try to forget about it

i can't

find the knob

to twist

and turn,

to tighten

and cut off this stream

of consciousness.

whether

guilt or remorse,

it runs

amok

in my brain, taking me

to places

i've already

traversed,

trampled

through the tall 

dark grass

and bramble.

i've

flattened out that

land

so many times before.

but here i am again.