Saturday, April 18, 2009

Old Poems

Old poems tear at my heart,
ripping and cursing at me--

I can't read them...
I don't want to hear their words in my head,
But I do.
Oh, god, I do!

Like poltergeists,
they fly,
zooming around my head

Comforter pulled tight
over my face,
I hide...

But I can hear them


Eyes squeezed, squeezed,
Hands to ears,
I whimper,

"Leave me alone!
Don't remind me!
Let me be!


Just hide in a corner.
Pretend you're not there.
I'll know you are there,
but I will pretend I don't notice."

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