Backflash | Randon Dyreng

Looking at the white door
The pink carpet on the floor.
My body began to stir
my mind could not cease.
feelings like I was overcome
by some damn disease.
Infecting my heart and troubling
my brain.
with dark thoughts of life, grief,
and pain.

The carpet still the same
my soul still carries shame.
I wish I could forget
the way I acted that night.
I would give anything to cause
the wrong to be made right.
The carpet hadn't changed
"but why"
With my head in my hands I began
to cry.