Memory Lane
Laying in bed when I should be practicing,
Is a bad habit of mine,
But I have more of a reason today,
Because my friend is sad,
So I am too
My mind drifts, wondering, remembering,
When everything was bliss,
Unlike now, when the world is caving in,
(I blame global warming,)
When Gage and I still talked,
We were young and stupid,
Running around playing dinosaurs,
Hiding in cabinets and thinking we were so smart,
Too clever for our parents,
How dare they punish us!
And then school came along,
I was so shy,
You had no problems though,
So I tagged along,
Until you decided you were too good for me,
That you needed her to please you,
Not the friend who's always been by your side
And now South's world is falling apart,
His world torn to bits,
By a seperation in his parents,
Setting him adrift,
I remember how fondly he spoke of them,
But now listen to him,
Bitter and angry,
Yet also sad and confused,
I can't blame him,
Change is too much
But why him?
He never did anything wrong,
Never swears or hits people,
So why is it that he's going through Hell?
Just like I did with Gage,
Torn apart and left with only memories,
Dreaming of those days,
Of the hope that this was not goodbye,
But rather a hiatus,
Then you figure out it isn't
The memories eat at you,
Trying to break you down,
They usually succeed,
When I think about all the laughs and smiles,
We used to share,
But now they're gone,
Replaced by a mile of land mines,
Ready to blow up in my face any second,
Fun
Soon we'll both be lost,
In the dreams of a future,
Of a perfect family,
A perfect friend,
Because someone decided that being in pain was better,
Better than being happy and loved,
Why have that when you can be lonley?
Memories are worse than ghosts,
Worse than hauntings that can drive you mad,
Because they do even more,
Everyone has them,
Everyone is tortured by them,
Until peace seems impossible,
Because all the hate comes back to you
Dear Memories,
Please let me be,
Please stop reminding me,
Of what I used to have,
Sincerely,
Nova.
YOU ARE READING
Virtual
PoetryNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
