You are still there,
In photographs,in the back of my mind
I can't extinguish;
You are the song,stuck in my head,
I can't rid,these annoyingly pretty sounds,
Your volume tends to blare,full blast,
I can't set it aflame, because
It's so cold,impossible to grasp.
A hallow cup of poison, with it's
Cranberry juice taste, that's
So easy to swallow, that's
So hard to spit out.
You had to make yourself into a monster,
Just to scare me away,
But running away fixes nothing,
Nothing at all
Well,at least
Not for me.

Jamie F. Nugent