Remember, remember
The seventh of December
The candles lit
This brightest ember
The coldest heart
A place to rest
My mind asunder
Cased in dust
Shutting up, for the night
I'll shut this out
Before this last, bite
Becomes more than I can chew
It's you, we remember
It's you, we forget
Let time beat us down
Down til we drown
In roses and arrows
And hope to somehow
Narrow
Down
The point we lost touch
It's you, we remember
It's you we forget
My soul is a rickety shack
Built in the back
Of my mind
To which I'll never find
You again
It's you, we remember
It's you, we forget
Pained with regret
Remember, remember
The seventh of December
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PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
