If Remembrance is an Art, then Forgetting is a Masterpiece


The beat of fingers drumming against my temple,
There is a sound of gunfire in my head,
Trying to blast away what is untamed,
Taking advantage of the frail state of mind,
That my body has become.

How hard is it to remember that I am human too?
That my body bleeds, my heart feels pain,
I don't want to remember,
That I am miserable,
Because forgetting is so much easier to do.

Splash the war paint on my face,
Clip behind me the wings that once took me,
To distant places.

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Theodore Rose's picture

That's right. Take yourself there. Don't lie down for misery!