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Haunted


You’re back again,
inside my head,
channeled in somehow.

Am I condemned to remember you always?

I thought this tug of war had ended,
strange ennui of disgust and love
where every mood has meaning
and senses burn hot
like withered grass.

My eyes see you in empty rooms.
I smell and taste a passion long departed.

Should I capitulate to the past,
dream of things that cannot be?
Better, perhaps, to list your faults,
parse and tally them,
generate a query
that will give me simple answers
and render you thus harmless.
But can complexity
be reduced
to a single number?
(Binary)
Yes or no.

Too easy.

So instead I will go about my days
with folded hands
and phony smiles,
while you lurk in the inky shadows of my mind.
Untamed.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

7 comments:

Old Egg said...

Yes, we are condemned into remembering. But it is not them so much as how you yourself appear all these years later that is the real punishment. But there again, was a lesson learned? If so you won!

January 11, 2015 at 12:34 AM
Jae Rose said...

You have captured the very worst feeling of being haunted - the time when it comes back after you think you have forgotten/or lost whatever haunts you...such rich imagery..the blades of grass cutting and noisy in their swishing..if only they would help us shoo away the bad things

January 11, 2015 at 4:06 AM
annell said...

Hummmm...I see rose petals, escape from your finger tips...fill the air...let the dead rest...

January 11, 2015 at 7:59 AM
consciouscacophony said...

Absolutely brilliant.....I especially love the clever use of "inky"--so well done!!

January 12, 2015 at 12:56 AM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

Our memories stalk us.

January 12, 2015 at 4:05 AM
Alice Audrey said...

I kind of like having something un-parse-able and wild in the corners of my mind. Only I tend to shove them into the basement.

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January 26, 2015 at 9:20 PM