Harbinger of Doom
By Andrew Ballard
My recollection
of past
traumatic events
has scalloped edges
no clear lines
each scalloped pouch
of memory
nuanced in time
a harbinger of doom
as dark things
approach me
clarity and peace
entangled
in my inner mind
shackled by mental debris
I’m determined
to break free
let the beating drums
of peril and gloom
be silenced
lay claim to healing
as hope
lights my path.
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