Memory Blur

She calls my name, I don't remember hers.

It's all the same like the days as my memory blurs.

Double jeopardy like sensory burns.

In a haze from yesterday's trouble like a sense of me yearns.

For a day I can write a sentence free from these terms.

Penance in a pendant, flee from the words in this sentence.

Like a presence of weapons, pressed upon my essence.

I wanna be free like a bird.

Why does it always seem to hurt? like what I read is a blur.