Destructive Memories

memories are ecstasies
when the come in cascades
we become flooded
every nook becomes water
and there is no escaping
only splashing into its flashes
of fluidity, and we tremble since
of them are horrifying and we
fall short of words to describe
how we are feeling again
like a shudder, a rudder with a
broken tip, a tipsy boat
failing paddles, lighthouse
turning off when the storm
rages on

somehow i end it with
'i'm ok' i have long prepared
for this, and this cannot
touch me anymore
it does not own me and
i have nothing to brag.

i take control, i let my mind
wander like a fog on those
rugged hills.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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