for the seas they were red
the banks of the almighty up roar
always being black by sight
memory
never a dim light overlooking the
pathetic endless rejection of empathy
stemming way back when i started to
see the path that awaits me
full of stumbling mistakes
non forgiving relations from hell
catastrophic issues with people
whom in their own disaster
filling my life with self destructive behavours
memory
role models be like
king and queen of the dump
proceed to the next chapter
memory
for the dreaded self pity
pays me a visit
a longer one than normal
captavating myself in happy romance of others
memory
in denial
losing all respect for myself
not understanding this lesson in front of me
memory
not knowing
played like a fool in a
sess pool of brown stenched lips
and breath that stops rats in their tracks
memory
deserving or not
tis getting quite boring this chapter
time to drown out the odours
of fowl play and
crustinated asses
memory