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Coping |
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Recalling the lyrics of a gentle love song
Helps
drive unwelcome thoughts away;
Building dream castles in
your mind
Serves to keep the ghosts at bay...
"My
romance doesn't need
A castle rising in Spain,
Nor a
dance to a constantly
Surprising refrain..."
But you
need the pleasant memories
The words conjure up to help
as a
Distraction against recurring pain.
"No month
of May, no twinkling stars,
No hideaway, no soft
guitars..."
Dammit! Faintly, a guitar begins to weep
And the aroma of napalm starts to seep
Into feverish
thoughts as rifles crack.
So much for curbing this
flashback. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2009
Listed
January 18, 2011 |
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