Hunting Memories

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They creep and crawl.

They prowl and roar.

Ever circling my mind,

Ever sparking fear.

Like wild lionesses hunting prey,

They hunt my mind.

Ghosts of my past,

How long will i last?

Every decision i make,

They're there to remind me of a fail.

Every place i go,

They're there to remind me of weakness.

Prowling my mind.

Haunting my mind.

How can i escape such creatures of power?

I need to hold onto something,

But they make everything burn.

They're dragging me down,

Down to their cave of depression.

How will i get out?

Where can i go?

Every face i see,

Reminds me of another.

One that hurt me.

One that scarred my mind.

They howl.

The attack begins.

I run as fast as i can,

But i'm confiened to the space of my mind.

They soon catch me and drag me,

A hunter dragging it's prey.

To their cave they pull,

And then down i go.

CRACK!

I land.

Looking down i see bones of their previous victims.

Looking up i see them snarl and begin to descend.

Trapped by them i have no choice but to re-live them.

I give up the fight as they pounce on my shaking, broken figure.

I know it's not worth fighting,

For i've gone through this before.

So i sit there and cry,

As one by one they enter my head,

And i'm fourced to re-live.

They're my ghosts,

My hunters,

My terrors.

They are my memories.

Never fading,

Always invading.

They haunt me until i'm no more.

Until i'm but a shell.

Once they're done,

I wish to be dead.

They make me hollow.

They make me wish for no head.

I crawl out the cave,

Blood staining my clothes.

They growl in satisfaction,

As it shows.

They need to be kept at bay,

How do i block them out?

Then i begin to shout.

I forgot about the little one.

He's small but deadly,

The worst of them all.

He haunts me the most,

A true ghost.

He's the reasons for my scars,

And why my mind is in shards.

Good bye now,

I can't live with them.

Good bye now,

They condemn.

Good bye now,

They are no gem.

Memories that haunt me,

They will never leave me.

Shall i never be free?

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