Walking down the street
Pale skinned, shaking limbs
N with a haunted look in the eyes
Which repeatedly playback,
On the memories left behind...
Lost in the whirlwind of time,
Crushed by emotions and confusion,
The memories, which come back yet again...
To thaw at the wounds that were now left behind..
Open and bleeding...
The only difference it made..
Was to make me more oblivious to pain...


~k~