Once Again

September 14th, 2015

Digging in the depths, digging, digging.

Keep going, it’s very deep

and hot. Hot as lava.

Digging down, seeing red.

Magma comes up like bile.

I want it to end.

Repeating, repeating the old habits.

Seeing you over and over again.

Forgetting you over and over again.

Remember it is me.  I remember it is

all me and all mine.

This blows my mind.

How easy to look in a mirror

and hate what I see.

To hate me.

But I do remember me.  I remember.

This, too, blows my mind.

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