Minatory
minatory
are these thoughts
as they emerge
from the confines
of my riddled mind
memories affront me
in the wake of past
where you reside
buried not where you lie
beneath the sable stone
you still traipse
within night's shadows
taunting me
until i break
before the dawn
yet i rise the same
only the scars of time
remain intact
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2021
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