Ashes In The Attic
By Flowing Pencil
Perhaps it is fitting our darkest memories
remain ashes in the attic so to speak
Kept hidden lest they hamper the psychological well-being of others
I ask as am conflicted you see…
As if our own mental health is as worthless as discarded rubble
Is that all our pain is worth in this age
Of
Let’s not disturb the children
What about the child within lying in tatters
What do we do with him
With her
Are we now merely
Ashes in the attic?
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