Blinding Overwhelmingness

I thought that when the yelling stopped

and the door slammed shut

I could rest in the silence.

But a window of blinding memories

got thrown open

overwhelming me with their assault.

For the first time, I saw little red flags

littering my past

like lollipops in the snow.

Sweet memories turned sour and jaded,

 ripping at my heart

and destroying every single thing.

Nowhere to go, I sat there

in the blinding overwhelmingness

of what was me and us.

Once in awhile, I write a poem. They just come out of nowhere and aren’t inspired by anything special. They just are.

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