Fed up, ashamed.
Feeling gross about
What I've written in my
Diaries all these years..
Decided to burn them
Page by Page.
There goes 3rd December
Of 2015 and 28th Feb of
Another leap year of
The past decade.
Faces of people I almost
Recognize along with
The fade of my own.
Words turning into flares..
Erasing them line by line,
Soot rising in the air.
Seemed I was a blank slate
For a while.
Shortly it rains.
Water-soaked char of
Memories clogging drains
And stinking. Seeping in
Dreams and haunting..
To remind me how I can't
Escape the past. How flushed
Memories can turn into ash,
And force you to cough.