Depths of my mind

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I loved my childhood but I hate my memories
I was filled with happiness and light
And now I hate myself for seeing the world in darkened shades of grey
That little girl was like a flame
Passionate and burning with light
But I snuffed her out
Hid her in the darkest depths of my mind
Now I claw at my eyes for the detestable way that I view life
My chest burns in agony
My eyes flood with tears desperate to reach the surface
My ears ring when the cries of the world around me silence
Vile loathsome silence
A sound she hated
So she always filled it with laughter
Blue eyes aglow with wonder
Pink lips stretched into the most bewitching smile she could make
Yet she is gone
Light plagued by anguish
Now I am haunted
She is my ghost
My angel
She haunts the pictures on my walls
Follows me around my mind
Lurking in every ill-lit hiding space
My childhood was beautiful
Now the memories materialise as ghosts
Dancing beguiling symphonies that end in tragedies
I killed her
She is gone
Forever trapped in the crime scene that was the end of my childhood
The start of my suffering
The harsh sting of growing up
A hot burning in my chest
That started when I was young and an all to familiar feeling now
I envy her innocence
Envy her eyes big and bright
Now dull and lifeless
Skin pale with worry
Lips colourless and bleeding
I miss her...
And I will forever mourn her deeply regrettable passing

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