Untoward

because the past cannot be contained

we carry them loud in our heads.

It bleeds and colours,

Bursts
A slow ache spreads

painful recollections never mentioned

steal your breath, and –

This whirlwind you could not suppress breakneck maelstrom you will not repress.
Once forgotten, 

Not lost.

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