Suffocating on memories

Taking a trip back down memory lane.

The air is musty here, there is dust in my lungs, more ashes than dirt.
Can you hear that?
Old laughter still rings against these walls.
If you strain you can hear the smiles fall.
Block your ears, I hear echoes of screams.
Real pain never fades.

I smell the salt of tears that were lost long ago.
Its suffocating me.
This room reeks of old blood -- dry and crusted.
It makes my eyes water.

I can see the scratches on the wall and the paint under my nails.
There is a hole in the wall, I remember how my head dripped with blood.
The glass is intact, I guess the yelling didn't shatter it.
I collapse on the floor, this is where it all began,
Its nice to be back home

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[wizthom]

they say a lingering spirits makes the violent scene it's home away from home,
with or without ball and chain..great write,,peace wizthom