you are my crux
my curse, my cross
the infection that has taken root
and swelled inside my mind's eye
i am plagued
eternally plagued
it is the very most i can do
to treat the symptoms
to dull the pain
to close the wound
it will open again
it will bleed again
and bleed and bleed and bleed
until i can staunch it
stitch it closed
conceal it
i hide from myself
from my memories
until they forget about me
spirits, ever present
roaming amongst the cobwebs
of the most forsaken catacombs
of the brain
i can hide,
but i've nowhere to run.
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