Unwilling surrender…
Bad memory, bloody souvenir…
Wrapped in a song,
played over, and
over and over….
Daily reminder of
my bad choices….
Like a tatoo upon
my forehead.
Mockery awaiting,
as if it wasn’t enough
to deal with.
Murphy’s laws at
their best…
Irony screamed
at the top of
my sorry lungs.
Cyranny's Cove 
Strange how an initial reaction can be to dislike something another has written, yet if you take the time it can be for reasons that are less than comfortable, such as this, when it strikes a chord – then what I find that is difficult is how it sits with me, not what it is at face value – so easy to fall for transferring the feeling and misdirecting your mind when it’s so much better to own your own stuff – and that is the reason to write 🙂
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