Poem : History Is A Killer

history

I would only have to catch a glimpse
And it would be straight down the damn rabbit hole again
No rhyme, no reason, no map
I’m lost before I began
History is a bitter word
But I return and return and return
Hoping for a different conclusion
Yet it is always the same
The cry of the devil
As life is crucified by love
Yet I’d still try again
I can already feel the nails being driven in
She’s holding the hammer and I say thankyou.

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