I wrote those
darkest memories
In that tattered old journal
Ink slipped the stories
That only got told
In blood and nightmares
I let slip
The deepest of demons
And when
the words were done
I took that
tattered old journal
And set it to flames
Those darkest of memories
now ash and cinder
Still burning inside
But for a moment at least
a little cooler
And the nightmares
a little dimmer
Tattered Journal
07 Thursday Dec 2017
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