Compelled to re-do transcripts of my transgression
I found flipping through pages ,having forgotten
Of tattered pages and plucked-out phases:
Moments from memory to efface-
In-vain .Haunting ,stubborn ,the visions rebound
Viciously ,intimidatingly screaming loud
To remind of a crooked past:
The horrors that survived the burning pages and stuck in mind to last.
The horrors that escaped the inferno-
Dived into the liquid of my brain to cool-off
That steams it ,and,
Keeps me tossing and turning in bed.
Hoping these visions with time might blur
I remain scandalously recalcitrant and devoid of blame.
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