Revelation

by Ron Reed

Twisted against the voices
a repeated ringing in my ears
distraction to near madness
finally I rest,
sleep.
tossing, violent, sweating,
memories tactile and visual,
the voices continue
and argue.
the points ardent,
firm,
and finite.

A life reviewed in constant replay
moments viewed in pause
without hope of retraction
repair, repose
I sit up straight, stiff, wide eyed
and realize
when you broke down,
I ran to your side without question.
when I broke down.
you ran away without hesitation.
no anger, blame or remorse
just a simple truth, a revelation.

©Ron Reed 2011

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