Memories
Mind is but a strange thing
it recalls only the worst of things
in sporadic of circumstances
in strangest of situation.
Even when you soak the sun
those memories comes to taunt you
while times does its trick
as the clock does its ticking
and memories do fade
it never does go away.
Lurking and spinning a web
like a spider to enthrall its prey.
How do I stop cringing
at something with no form
Awkward memories stored
in layers
in piles
in every cells in me.
I wish a hot water bath did the trick
wash it all
down the drown
memories in drain
through the pipes
out of this world
out of my head.
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