Moving always brings back memories
Memories you bury in hopes of forgetting
Alas
You are a sad elephant
without the luxury of forgetfulness
The lines of the faces
of the ones who have done by you
right or wrong
are burnt in the grooves of your brain
The voices echo
echo
echo
in the chambers of
your abandoned mind
Is this the reason why everything that comes out
out of your heart
out of your mind
out of your mouth
sounds like the aftermath
of a catastrophe?