I wake
I wake
and my body quakes
like the earth
is stumbling
as I rise to my feet
as I start to speak
i am stopped
suddenly
my throat is swelled up
my feet are frozen to the floor
my mouth is zipped
my stomach in knots
my heart is thudding
like a bass drum
but I wake
and rise
this ghost
of my last
stands before me
in my head
in my bed..room
and stares me
in the eye
face to face
time cannot erase
the fear I have
facing him
as I go
and linger on
in this silence
this cold
brutal
silence
i cannot speak
it would belittle me
it will destroy me
as it did then
it will be the death of me
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
the memories he gave
my mind shakes
then grows numb
it makes me tired
it makes me weak
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