Erasure

15th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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Memory distortion throughout childhood.
Where are you Father?
Where are you Mother?

It’s me I’m climbing trees again.
It’s the shed and your being beaten the shit out of.
It’s me waiting for you Dad, waiting for you to turn up.
I think I understand Mum?

The past aches in my mind attached to my heart.
Ouch this hurts.