Past thoughts sometimes hard to fathom,

Some bring upon me a feeling of being numb,

Hide it I do well, but forgetting them cannot,

Be for any length of time, not even with rum…

Brush off the dust,

Long time they’ve been there, they must,

All bread & water they did receive, no crust,

More memories to disclaim, the past a bust…

No one made to cry,

Only to cry is I,

Of what was done I see,

And I have to really wonder why,

All along the pain from within was from me…

© ed ~ 11/23/10