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PLAGUED BY MEMORIES
We are back at our old house. Everything seems back to normal.
Dad abusing and threatening and mum silently coping. Why did
She come back? There's nothing here for me. Love doesn't exist
Between my father and I. I walk slowly around the old backyard.
I catch a glimpse of my quarrions in their avairy and of my
Two dogs happily playing but only a glimpse and only for a
Second. Then they are gone and the yard is silent. I almost
See our three black and white cats tinker, baldy and gorger
And for an instant reality rules. The ghosts of the house eat
Away at my mind and I wish I was back at my new house. Dad is
Changing back to his normal violent self and my mother is blind
To this fact. I am helpless. I want to go back to my new home,
Not stay in a past plagued by memories. I hear the familiar
Sound of my old dog. And as I return I am afraid of what I might
See. I see the ghostly figure of my fat old dog happily
Plodding towards me. Tormenting me with his friendly presence.
You're dead, I yell. Go away. But the love isn't dead. The house
Isn't dead. And the memories aren't dead. My happiness is dead.
In time the wound will heal. But the memories will remain. |
