Memory's My Enemy

I sleep with my back against the wall,

Knees drawn into my chest,

Arms securely anchored to my angel puppy

He keeps the nightmares at bay.


When I am alone, I prefer to be outside,

Somewhere new, where no one knows


Cabinets must be closed,

Doors locked and barricaded,

All noises accounted for,

Before I am calm


Voices must be soft as clouds,

No threats, spoken or silent


I have an unusual disease

It causes particular delusions

Retrieved in split second intervals

A social paralysis brought on by memory.

The End

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