Guilt
My beautiful forgotten one,
give me back your eyes!
I want to hold your memory inside,
planting you like a seed
in the soil of myself.
Walking in my sleep
I search the lost fields
of your flowering,
willing your image back to my side.
Guilt has found a place
to perch in my head,
a naked bird without feathers
screaming: “Don’t you dare forget!”
Scott Malby
Posted over on Hawkwind Creations
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