Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Again And Again


Surrounded by clouds, rampantly transparent.

Forces of the unseen, cracks through the crevasses.

Breaking my brain.

Draining my sorrow.

Believe me.

I feel every drop of my pain.

This happens inside my mind.

With our without the hand of time.

I spilled my tears.

Drenched by regret.

I did so for many the years.

I will never forgive myself.

I can never forget.

What was forgotten.

Knocks on my door, everyday.

My wounds were stitched.

Wrapped with plastic and smeared with salt.

My scars are screaming.

I cannot stop.

I do not know where.

I do not know why.

I do not know when.

But sometimes.

Everything happens.

Again And Again.

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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