Saturday 22 March 2014

Archives - a poem


Your voice has been placed in the archives
the folders, files and paper shrapnel in the farthest part of my mind
it won't be lonely, there are many echoes of the past in there
they're quieter now than they were,
if I stumble and open the door
they start to shout and I hear them all at once
the words stick in my thoughts
stab into the back of my eyes
and the tears fall
breath gets caught in my lungs
and words catch on my teeth
Although some of them pat me gently on my back as I cry -
mostly they stand around waiting for a break, that they can fill with their need to be heard.

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