Buried

Layer by layer they

Piled hurts and traumas

Pushing me deftly

I am now buried in myself

Deep down

The surface is now

Landscaped by masks of

Fake exhilarations

Irrigated by the salts of

Tears bulging off

Irritated sights.

While you visit

The site and move around

Would you be patient enough

To excavate deep and

Reveal the real me

Expose my murky shades

To tantalizing bright sunlight

That may dry the debris

Blow off the cobwebs of

Memoirs

And instil life again

To the fossils that have

Been left to mercy of

Time to decay?

By Dusk
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