Pounding of drums vibrate
Against my skull
I scream
I cry
I dont want to say goodbye
To the past that once
Held me down.
I can still hear
echoes of the chains
slamming my heart.
Even if I let go.
The drums play on and on
Replaying my mistakes.
Wishing a switch
could shut it off.
I am terrified
turning it off.
knowing it belongs
as a part of me.
keeping my fear
stored in a box
Past is a ghost
that never leaves.
Howling
Growling
Waiting for its chance
to strike.
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