memory

Some say it is the sum of who we are
I say if that is true then I am death.
Some say it is like a camera
I see it black as a spider’s breath.

Some say it is what makes us human
if that is true I’d rather be a cow.
Why delight to visit the past
if it summons only pain to now?

Some say it is the force that binds us
to our soul, our kin, our life, our self.
If that is true, then tear these shackles
better free this mental health.

Playing tricks on consciousness
happy feelings are illusory.
Red-brick walls make suffering less
curse the persistence of memory.

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