Morning Walk

In a world full of questions
  I keep looking for answers
answer no questions
  and I'll tell you no lies

bringing up ghosts
  of memories past
of rapes, of pillages
  of sun-bleached beaches
of dark-tan bikinis
  of illusions betrayed
of things that are not
  of thoughts that are

lost in the depth
  I'm always right here
my anger that dies and kills
  echoes from the past
pronouns don't work
  but names are scary
write-only poetry
  that soothes the mind