Sufferance of a B*****d Malady

 

For such is this precarious life

To have these souls haunt me so.

To have the trammels of a lifetime endured,

Re- broadcast in a rude succession...

Of moments of acute, squirming discomfort!

 

Moments of red embarrassment from the ether,

From within the grey catacombs

Of my own damned recall.

 

Hauled out by the memories.

Memories shaded by individuals of note,

By gossamer ghosts of association, long, long  passed,

Who hold sway over my fragile peace of mind.

 

Phantoms who temper my serenity

With episodes of vile recollection,

Plucked from the detritus of a chequered past

By ethereal, pointing fingers of blame.

 

Do you out there, in all truth,

Not suffer a similar b*****d malady?

 

Marshalg

Watching the Ripples Radiate.

21 January 2012