Corrupted Memories

(This is my first sonnets and first volta)

Corrupted memories flooding my brain,

Filling the gap amnesia has left behind,

A perfidious defense is there to blame,

To my own soul, I’m condemned to be blind,

Which cruel god inflicted this torture,

On a poor son seeing his mother die,

Please shatter my mind so I won’t endure,

From dying to dead, let the pain pass by,

In the meantime I’ll speak to her pale ghost,

And will ignore a world too depressing,

Fleeing reality first and foremost,

Isn’t the curse indeed a fine blessing,

After all, without this ultimate price,

My mother wouldn’t have been buried twice.

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