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To Suffer Is To Remember

Updated on February 23, 2016

My withered legs carry a hollow shell into the thick of the forest,

I watch a stranger reveal the marionette in the mirror,

The image does not disturb me,

Have I forgotten?


A flash of light shoots across the sky: the memories hail down on me,

I remember everything but I consent to nothing,

The pain of my world is out of my influence,

And I am not sure that I care


Maybe it is that I care too much,

A world of subconscious self-harm,

Freud eclipses organic life,

As it drives cheerfully to death\


The immense, cruel, and unusual punishment I have seen,

Compares naught to that of the world,

Or better yet,

the persistence of human remembrance

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Very good poem, but it leaves one wanting to know what happened.

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      peachy 2 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      what are the cruel scene you had seen?

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