Scars upon flesh
Some old
Some new
Some forming
Memories
Of worse times
Locked away
Home
Alone
With only
Whiskey
And Vietnam soldier’s
Poetry
To keep depressive waves
At bay
Much the same
As these days
When memories flood
And the world
Falls apart
Bringing pain
And a drive
To be destructive
Again
– James Dubeau
For the first time
In nearly twenty years
A deed had been done
That hadn’t been done
In all that time
Shouldn’t have been done
Didn’t want to be done
Not then
Not now
Used to be
From misguided youth
Malevolent
Placating an aching soul
This time
Was to remember
Evoke
Emotions and sensations
The pain
The burning
The dripping essence
– James Dubeau
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