Remember, remember
The seventh of December
The candles lit
This brightest emberThe coldest heart
A place to rest
My mind asunder
Cased in dustShutting up, for the night
I'll shut this out
Before this last, bite
Becomes more than I can chewIt's you, we remember
It's you, we forgetLet time beat us down
Down til we drown
In roses and arrows
And hope to somehowNarrow
DownThe point we lost touch
It's you, we remember
It's you we forgetMy soul is a rickety shack
Built in the back
Of my mind
To which I'll never findYou again
It's you, we remember
It's you, we forgetPained 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.