Amnesia and Anesthesia

If only amnesia could quiet the ache,

Erase all the pieces that tremble and break,

I'd trade every memory, each shadow, and scar, 

To sweep away moments I cannot understand. 

Let anesthesia drift soft through my veins, 

Numbing the places still haunted by my chains,

To silence the voices, the rise and the fall, 

To feel nothing at all. 

But somewhere beneath, where the numbness can't reach, 

The heart still remembers what words cannot teach, 

For some things won't vanish, no matter how deep--- 

In dreams, they return from the silence I keep. 

--gunitalingaw 2024