Dear Memory,
I walk through the streets
I look at the park
I look at the ATM
I look at the entryway
I look at the block
I look at A
I look at the roads we travelled together
The roads they and I may never travel together again
And you flash in parts
In pieces
In bits
And it hurts
A little
A little more
A lot
A lot more
And I can only think
What happened
Are they mad at me?
Why the distance?
The both of them seem fine
Together for that matter
So why is it
That I am gone
When I was the beginning?
When so many people surround me
Why do I feel alone
Why do I feel numb
Why don't I feel alive?
What am I?
A monster?
A freak?
Demented?
I wonder
The music sets into my soul
And I feel drunk on you
On you; my memories
The part of you that contains them
And my heart breaks
And my soul shatters
And I can't think anymore
Slowly
Oh so slowly
I slip into it slowly
And finally,
You make me numb.
~N
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Dear Memory
PoetryI hate memories. They hurt worse than the actual incident. Poetic writings of a person who loves memories as much as they hate them.
