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Decades Later (poem)

By Daniel E. Rihn

The wounds lay open
Although not seen.
The memories are dead
The pain and agony fed.
The paranoia circulates
Like gonorrhea.
Destroying a momentary peace,
One obsesses with death.

As a result
Of so many wasted;
The window is
Draped in callus.
One is stripped
Of the ability to mourn,
But we're left
With the ability to scorn.

No one is
Allowed to close,
For fear
They will become ghosts.
No matter
How whole the day
One obsesses with riding the ray.