Palmerston

You know the smell

 of your room 

when no one has slept

 in it for years?

 Old letters on the floor, 

photo's of your little brother, 

back when he was 

several months old 

Boxes of old poetry

 seeking attention. 

An old contract signed 

with a slimy b*****d, 

never honored; 

a child somewhere

 in the margins,

 the father 

never bothered.

 When the past comes

 to bite you in the a*s, 

there is nothing 

you can do about it,

 that is that.

--IRM