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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