Memories

Memories:

I've never been one

To drown myself in the past,

But there are times

When the past washes over me.

And I stop breathing easily.

Everything stops and I watch my

Memories.

So many scenes 

That I've blocked out

Of my everyday life,

Appear in my mind's eyes,

And I suffocate.

I'm dying in my

Memories.

I never asked you to return.

I never wanted your demons.

Aren't mine enough?

I can't handle the weight.

I can't carry

Yours and mine.

Memories.

The End

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