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By Chris Barras

Fragments of the past

lie sharp around the house

memories that gouge and tear

deep inside a person’s soul

catching tight between

sinew and muscle-creating

pain caught by ragged nerves

it rattles straight to the head

driving light from each eye

As darkness falls sound rises

sonic trapped in memories

replay a thousand times

making eardrums fit too burst

unable to escape the skull

obscuring the outside world

from the here and now

if the fragments could be removed

darkness would never have 

the power to defeat the light


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