One of those events which does its best to keep you awake at night.
Time And Tide - 25 Dec 16
I
walk alone through the night
Talking
to the phantoms
Of
my memories
Time
has shaped them
Into
something like reality
I
know better
But
the phantoms
Still
speak loudly
To
me
The
tide has changed
Flowing
away
The
phantoms left stranded
On
the shore
Still
plead to be heard
I
hear them
As
I try to sleep
They
show me pictures
For
me to watch again
The pictures are often pleasant but frequently quite disturbing.
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