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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