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May 21
Memory's bell chimes
its knell pealing
back time
the tempo
of backward clocks
ticks following tocks
dusty mind locks
a voice long past
leaps the void vast
unbidden creeps
along my dreamscape
lingers haunts steeps
reminds me
there will be no escape
for lights trapdoor
fetid breath my captor
anchors me down bound
taste leaves moss
dirt fed fear in ground
breaking with silent loss
that which can never
be found.

© J.C.
Jayne E
Written by
Jayne E  F/New Zealand
(F/New Zealand)   
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