The Poetry Book

Memories

Sitting in the silence, I relive the past

Memories scattered throughout my head like little shards

It's a hopeless cause to try to cling, they fade too fast

And when they become violent, getting through them is hard

A lifeless hand grabs my body as I try to flee

Pulling me back into the darkness of a cruel sight

I need to be my hero, but my own villain I'm forced to be

And trying to break the spell, I tear myself apart in the fight

Before my last thread is broken, a light comes into view

Another sight appearing happy and comfortable to me

I realize that I have so many good memories, with the dark ones being so few

As much as I want the dark to go away, it simply can not be

I'll always know how I became me, I'll know my history

As long as I have my memories