The End

I never intended for it to stay a secret
but this was my weakness.
It was always so convenient
to conceal it in the deepness.

Within me, I often scream
like all of it unravels at the seam.
I howl as the agony consumes me
a painless release I plea.

Passionate memories invade
always so afraid the intensity will fade.
Maybe I should etch it with a blade
and see all transgressions paid?

I’m haunted on a daily basis,
each memory more abrasive.
I need to be set free.
At least this now I can agree.

Will this poem be the key
to set me free?
To write out the last chapter.
Will I be set free by my captor?

To commit to one is to release the other
though memories will always hover.