buried
so deep
underground
my memory
of you
why
do i drown
out
the memory
with more
of the same
tripping on trauma
is my only game
can i ever
change
will i ever
leave
this
place
you imprisoned me
locking the door
leaving the keys
in someone else’s
eyes
for me to pry
and sigh
as you watch me
die
in the grave
built
for my memory
of your
eyes
Edmund Wilson 