The Pages of Time

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I hear the voices in my head,

and feel the thrum of their words

pulling open dusty drawers

in the attic of forgotten spaces.

Shivers blaze trails up and down my spine

and a silence weighs me down,

as I see the pictures in my mirror,

cracked, many years ago.

They slam through me,

assigning sin upon forgotten sin

to my bare defenseless soul,

in that moment when time briefly stops.

Seconds, minutes, hours, blaze through my head

leaving carnage in its wake, burning down defenses

etched on my skin by the knife of time,

so why will you not stay forgotten....