Wasted In Terror
Forgetting in general is not something I have to remind myself or others I won't do.
Nine eleven,
PTSD,
depression,
and anxiety.
America is the cause but it's our favorite remedy,
Refuge from the torture and the disparity.
My terror is terrorized.
I see through the smoke screen and debris that still exists...
I guess I'm also a terrorist.
People pulling all my triggers...
Boom there goes my memories,
Alzheimer's,
Demented by the day's end...
Make sure I have these photos so I never forget...
The ways... I never forgot what they did,
and what they said.
If my words offend you, the truth was wasted.
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