Memories...

by healing wounds   Jul 17, 2005


I’m running and I can’t seem to stop,
My mind is racing and it just got shot,
By a blast from the past.

Memories I thought were gone,
Are now here…
For me to fear.

I get caught up in the blade,
That I was once its maid.
Did everything it said,
Including keeping the visions in my head.

Five months ago I thought it was dead,
When really it was deep in my head.
Now its time to retrieve these dark, deep memories
That are kept upon my wrists and arms…

Memories I thought were gone,
Are now here…
For me to fear.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Greta Miller

    I can relate to that, but my memories go back 3 years, good job.