Sit down and just weep
in an empty room
where the walls close in
the confines of my mind
memories play on the far wall
a slideshow of it all
the horrors, the betrayals,
the goodtimes, the pain, the shame
blurs until it's all much the same
bits and pieces of the past
all a foundation that this broken man
has upon which to sculpt a future.
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