Childhood past scars stabbed bruise
Betrayal in the eyes of a child chained silence around the tongue and entrapped empty tears inside the eyes as the dove of future seeks the passage of patience and in the process of healing
This trip of horrible torment, the would of the child bared
Never tell, never reveal, secrets locked in the padlocked music box, dont open or the ballerina of your dance would break and the music would stop
Toxic visual contructions build and exagerate stabs to the lacerated heart and the mind turn to the memory of words
This trip of demising world despising my figure never would I desire to remember
Forget the headaches the feed from sorrow
Enough is enough, enough to accept that the past must be buried dead not alive or else dreams would I relive and the trip down memory lane would be a nightmare to my universe and my seeds of hope tarnished in pride and ego to the other birds living in my nest invested in my thoughts
Would boil in turmoil and burn in shame
So trip down memory lane fly closer to the sun and burn
Erase every nostalgia of my taste, my sight, the sounds and the emotions
Only then can I move on
Living at ease
Finally 'oh, hi there Dream'
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Puisi#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
