ENTOMBED
I'm constantly running away from myself;
from memories that have left
unbearable welts.
Dare I explore the caverns of my mind,
I fear the horrible
things I may find.
I've blocked all doors to future use
to eliminate
self-inflicted abuse.
I can never go back those ugly places;
To stare again
into hurtful faces.
Time, it's said, will heal my wounds,
the the memories, forever,
will be entombed.
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