The curse of memory

by Santiago

Within my mind, a thousand burning shames,
Cursing, shouting, screaming, mocking me from the past.
No one else remembers--
It makes them no less real
Each one a shimmering point of focused hatred,
Come to haunt me from the pit.
Why, why this blessing become curse?
A curse that we all seek;
omniscience is our quest
and yet the greatest burden
knowledge saps vitality
and truth destroys all joy
only time can heal these wounds
but time for me stands still.
My cycle comes undone,
past remains present
stretching on through seasons unaccounted.
How I long to close my eyes and see nothing but the dark
for to forget is to live again.

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