Truth comes to everyone in the darkness

We rest our heads on pillows often damp with tears

Flashes of past traumas, play out in our mind

Buried memories, of another time

Always there, always hidden

They know what lies in the soul

How to appear, and when

A little reminder of scenes once forgot

Like the boogyman stood, at the end of your cot

Every fear, every sadness, every lie once told

Comes nearer and nearer

As we grow old

The persona we adopted, to help us through

Means nothing now, to me or you

We pay in the end, for this passage called life

Credit revoked

Collections are rife.

Β©paul

 

 

 

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