Memories

There’s been this constant commentary

echoing shitty memories

doubling down

on self-addressed hate speech

it’s so goddamn tempting to reach

for the off switch

oh, how I wish

I could ditch yesterday

if I were a religious man

I would pray for a calm mind

instead of such cannibalizing rewind

and so this is sobriety

this is turning the key

and letting the demons run amok

fuck…

how I long for a pint

or a needle or pill

anything on earth to kill

these memories

before they kill me.

 

 

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About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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