back in the deepest
recesses
(where no one wants to go)
inside a mind
which thought it lost
the fear
the hate
the guilt
is where those visions
from yesterday play
playing clips of
tranquil horror
now isn't that
an oxymoron
what I mean, there's
a tan and rose house
upon a peaceful street
but what goes on inside
inside
look into the deepest
recesses
of that unsettled
mind
that's where you'll find
the hatred that
sparked the angst
which built
regret
remorse...
the shame
when even once escaped
the movie
never
ends
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Jo L. E. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks