Tugging and pulling at it doesn't work,
sleeping over it, drowning it in the drink,
putting it off as a dream,even as it
rings in my mind as a scream!

it plays like a film without the ending credits,
plays over and over again like a stuck reel,
something that just refuses to switch off,
why isn't there a powercut within me, God?

sometimes it explodes in an overdrive,
blocking out every noise in vicinity,
and the world fades out to me,
left to battle alone with the memory.

at times it surprises,lying still,
like a dark game of hide and seek,
and just as i get ready to declare victory,
sprangs on me with accustomed skill,
pins me down and goes for the kill,
and sadly leaves me alive against my will.

is it really that strong,
am i really that weak,
do i really want to win this fight,
am i really fighting with all my might?
or am i really just loving,
living with the distant memory?