It’s just one of those nights
That chooses me…
I don’t choose it…
I’d much rather be…
Sleeping
But instead…
I sit here…
And type away..
Through the tears..
What I mean to say…
Is…
I’m haunted…
By memories of the past…
They creep to the forefront
They skuttle my soul
They overtake all…
That I might know…
Who they were…
Those memories…
Boy from window fell…
Woman burned in hell…
Young wife impaled upon…
Headless fellow…now belongs…
That I have seen or been…
A part of these themes…
Makes me sad…
Relinquishes my soul..
And yet…
I know…
I had to…
God! Someone had to…
Why not I? ? ?
Tomorrow…
The tears shall…
Dry from my eyes…
Life will resume…
And all will be well…again.
But…tonight…
Tonight. ..I cry
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