Clandestine

Hidden beneath the sheets

Dead memories swirling about the room

Slugging through my veins

The thick viscous ink writing letters in my skin

 

Sunlight streaking through

The small apartment window

And the steps fill the halls

As people start their day

 

But...

 

The light remains off in the room

And in heart and in head

And in soul.

 

War cries are left scattered in my mind

Like the autumn leaves against the cool ground

Left to be burnt away in piles

And they’ll burn

 

Burn and burn

Wilting away, unfurling their pain in the heat

The tear stricken faces at home

Staring at the picture

That can never look back

 

Lights off, hidden beneath the sheets

Eyes closed

But never to stop seeing

And never to forget. 

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