What is that I think that I can truly do with my old memories.
I cannot let them go,
My memories are a part of my existence.
I am grasping the air,
Looking for something to be the elixir to my battered mind.
I could change my surroundings and the faces around me.
I could do anything to ease my being.
But I cannot create new experiences to erase the old ones,
For I do not forget things easily.
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PoetryThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
