I’m scared of the abnormal wreckage

Between me and the end of the bed

Because I know I’m the empty space

Appeased by the battery operated

Sadness sung to me until I fall asleep

It’s there I’m running toward the

Family plot in a cemetery somewhere

(Wondering if I died today would

There be a place for me in the ground)

But I’m reminded forward is

The only way to go when the past

Becomes too resistant and vague

And the refuge of memories dries out

To a grainy haze of distortion –

When all I can remember is the war

(And me drowning in the massacre)

With a bleak distance ahead of me

Until I unravel myself back to reality

And realize nothing has changed;

The only thing now is I remain

Composed, self confident faced when

You ask me how my life is going

(and I think to myself: it’s beautiful)

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