The battleground

(Another poem scrawled whilst I was ill. Unedited as it was written.)

The memories come again

I don’t like this

And once again I break

my promise to myself

of

a day without tears

a day without fears

Every day they are sent

over the top

the war goes on

A battle between

remembering           and forgetting

no prisoners

are taken

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