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Bunkered Up |
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If you're weary of hiding and can no longer run,
then
leave your bunker and come out into the sun;
abandon that
ultimately useless drink
in favor of someone that you
think
Is worthy of your trust.
Confess the hidden
fears that combust
and nurture those recurring dreams
that shatter your sleep with mental screams.
Tell of the
things that sear your soul
and ignite the anger, flaring
hot then cold.
Stop saying, "You just can't
understand,"
forcing loved ones to raise their hands
and leave you to wrestle all alone
with demons that crept
into your very bones.
Do it: do it and you may find
surcease
from haunting memories and gain release
from
the anguish of pain unexpressed
that rends the heart
twisted in your chest
by the agonizing, secret memories
you keep.
Vomit it up; purge your soul and sleep. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2002, Revised 2006
Listed
April 2, 2011 |
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