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Sweet Childhood Memories
BN (19/03/1979 / Swansea)

Sweet Childhood Memories

Poem By Ben No

It's just how it is.
Sorry.
Condemned,
like a building no longer fit
for habitation,
where the dry rot has spread to our hearts
and the termites are the tiny monarchs
of our crumbling ambitions.
When I was a child,
we always thought such houses
to be haunted.
Maybe our young selves
heard an echo of some truth;
that a haunting was coming.
Not for these broken-windowed wrecks
but for us.

Sorry.
It's just how it is.

Sleep tight.

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Ben No More poetic language than some of your others, but with that same stoic storyteller sense to it. -chuck
GREAT POEM BEN This is my favorite part of your poem: When I was a child, we always thought such houses to be haunted. Maybe our young selves heard an echo of some truth; that a haunting was coming.


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