New Year

Fingers trace lines on near-forgotten face;
Who are you? Were you ever anyone else?
Plumb depths of knowledge forbidden,
Rising up through layers of lies,
Drawn out by the memory of what once was;
Of what will be again.
Desperate cries fall, but deaf ears hear nought.

Fingers trace scars on arms punished
For a thousand perceived transgressions,
Still memories refuse to bleed out
From layers of never-healed wounds
Held in by the knowledge of what once was;
Of what will be again.
Cries become screams, still deaf ears hear nought.

You made your bed, old man.
Now lie in it
Lie in it as you lied throughout your life;
Deception breeds hatred breeds anger breeds shame.
Lie in it then, closed eyes but no sleep,
For the wicked deserve none.
And your atonement shall last an eternity.

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