Wrote this during J-burg staff reunion
Haunted
I stride down
these musty memories,
corridors I haven't tread down
out of fear
of remembering.
My one hand's at my waist,
the other covers my face.
I stumble through
a forest of cobwebs,
the branches catching
in my hair,
blinding my mind.
Terrors await
around every corner,
listening for my
faltering footsteps,
plotting to pounce
on my unsuspecting heart.
Will I ever find a way
to tear these thin shackles
from my knotted head,
or must I set them aflame,
leaving nothing behind
but ashes and wishful thinking?
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