Poetry

In Memoriam

“And the booming of cannon fire will be
the tell-tale heart, marking a long ago time
when my innocence was lost.”

What can I say about today other than the fact that I’ve lost the sense that there’s something here worth celebrating? Day after day, I hope that I’m stuck in some endless dream. An alternate, hellish reality that I don’t want to know. So when I hear the pops and crackles that mirror the sound of a war not far from my doorstep, I try to occupy my mind elsewhere. But the bitter memory of him will linger on my tongue. And the booming of cannon fire will be the tell-tale heart, marking a long ago time when my innocence was lost.

© Sarah Doughty

For this is what it means
to be haunted by
my childhood monster.
Only he didn’t live
underneath my bed.
He just came to visit
during the cover of night.

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