cannot return to the place of anguish.

Jan 28, 2008

they say you can't go home again.
perhaps.
but what i know to be true, is that you cannot return to the place in which the worst day of your life occured. even harder yet, on the anniversary of said date. although time has past, wounds are not healed. the agony has only just begin to set in.
i cannot bare the thought of that night. it was a peaceful night. mellowed after i had thought all my worries had past for the season. naïvely i felt safe as i sat upon megan's bed that cold january eve. the knock of my demise was soon aproaching.
i wait.
looking back i can tremble in the anticipation of despair. but still, then i was oblivious to the feasible foreshadowing. i am helpless.
here again. i can taste the sorrow. woe the aching in my bones.
i am torn. amid the ones i cherish, and the heartache of losing the one i love.
this place is a haunted incubus that no longer can supply my needs.

i cannot go home again. and i cannot return to the home of my anguish.