Can’t Erase the Images

and no, still NOT my photograph here…

Can’t erase the images, just can’t, put them, out of my god DAMN mind.  My mind had, replayed the images, over, over, over, AND over again, of the day that, you’d left………

Can’t erases the images, you have NO idea what I’d bore witness to in my life thus far, and, I can’t tell it to, anybody, ‘cuz, they’ll just, call me crazy, and, send me off, into the psych ward.

Can’t erase the images, and yet, that, is all I see, those images of my, horrid past, how they’d, come back, over, over, over, AND over to me.

Can’t erase the images, I can’t, I can’t live like this anymore.  It is, too hard, for me to cope, with everything that’s, happened in this world.  Can’t erase the images, so, I’d, coped, dealt with it.  Can’t erase the images, and so, these images, they’ll, stay with me, for the rest of my life, or until, I’d, worked through everything………

Can’t erase the images, and now, these images, they will, haunt me, day, AND night, whenever I’d closed my eyes, what happened that day, had, come back to life.

not my work of art…