Sunday, 29 August 2010

Then Again

You are my secret,
dark, twisted and leashed.
You are my horror
kept inside, unseen.

I shooed my thoughts,
burnt the malady.
I deafened my senses
blinded my dreams.

Then

The radio-silence
The tortured screams
The clandestine pain
The aghast belief.

Erased?
Maybe, will never be.

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