Buried
Buried
Pain remembered...intense, searing
White hot flashes scorching my soul
Talons of torment...stinging, tearing
Razor-sharp, daggered memories
Rip my being..
Why now? Did I not bury you
And your memory deep enough?
My nails, torn and bloodied,
Still bear the dirt of truth
Beneath them.. and my fingers
Still feel the weight of reality's trowel..
And I still hear that sound...
Cold metal slicing through
The soil of honesty...
Baring the roots of my distrust.
How dare you return to haunt me...
You!!...ghost of the past!
You plead innocence?
You seek absolution?
I grant you nothing..
For it is not mine to give.
You were buried...
You were dead..
You should have stayed there!
If you could know my pain...
That pain you inflicted.
Intense, searing...white hot
If only I could have sent you
To Hell.. but even the Devil
Would have spat in your face!
You should have stay buried.
That was your absolution.
© rev. 2008
© 2008 Myrna D.
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