Friday, May 21, 2010

Bad Memory

Recalled with a cringe,
And unable to escape the memory
I'm trapped...
With a claustrophobic feeling,
Like being held under a coarsely-woven blanket,
With water poured onto to it, from above
Where the sun shines
On the unstained innocence and natural joy,
Which can't be felt from
The wet and suffocating darkness inside.

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