Cruel Memories

I remember some of the details;

the little fragments of emotion.

They slam me against the rails;

I drown in their ocean.

The flashbacks, only at night.

I still feel the pain.

But I will always put up a fight

against the pouring rain.

I know they’ll fade.

I know they’ll go away.

I only wish I had the aid

of brainwash, if I may.

~ L.S.

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