IN THE AFTERMATH

In the aftermath, survival was almost infeasible

His mind swollen with insane memories of it all

Certain lurid things lodged in the back of his mind

These memories replaying like a broken record

A never-ending merry-go-round of acute lunacy

These memoirs forever silhouettes in the psyche  

Sad shadows peeping around corners of the mind

Certain activators raising the background volume

Bringing these recollections to conscious levels

Ironically activators like patriotic fireworks displays

Particularly distressing to the sanity of his psyche.

 

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