Flashback
Flashback
I tremble as I hash this out,
with hammering heart, without a doubt.
Tears gush forth from buried spout,
as I heard his cries.
I heard the slap of the brutal strap,
felt its sting with each echoed snap...
whispers of memories jerked the frap
then, torrents rush my eyes.
What transpires now, a very different drum...
though quite aware, nonetheless, succumb,
to travel back to a timeless slum...
how eagerly time flies.
The clock reversed to another day
triggered by the current fray...
to remit a cost I was forced to pay,
and my spirit once more dies.
I lost my place in reality,
thrust behind the actuality...
stepped back in time, to neither run or flee,
for a minute could not rise.
That nightmare lived is no longer here.
The grave erected its own great weir.
Today, I thrive without that fear,
until I hear his cries.
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