Lurking Past. (a poem)


like grey shades
in my memory
resides an apparition
of past untold, peeking
through the dim-lit halls,
screaming, like a child lost
on the shores of dreams untold,
like seas the beads of which
rise and fall,
like the dark of all seasons,
my explanations and reasons,
kills me slowly,
laying me bare
for men to feast…

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