there they are
those faces
from the past
filtering through
my dreams
causing confusion
asking questions
that can no longer
be answered
about their take
on events
long gone
and I break
an oath
pour whiskey
down my throat
in the vain attempt
to find sleep
bereft of dreams
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I love this, it’s so touching and those faces in the past…. they still haunt me from time to time and so I can relate to this on a level, I wish I could not. I love this poem so very much…
Those faces seem impossible to escape, don’t they?