You numb yourself,
In the hopes that you may forget,
All the things you forgot to forget,
Now you remember too well,
Its on these things the brain dwells.
No escape from here my dear,
Trapped in a hell,
You built for yourself,
Locked the door.
Made a bed on the coals,
So they could burn you some more,
They slowly cook your soul,
No place else left to go,
It makes you shiver to your core.
© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
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