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Memories

Contributed by Arminius on Monday, 26th August 2002 @ 06:32:37 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Alone,
I am standing alone with no one near.
No one to care at all.
No one hears my cries,
My desperate cries of help.
I am trapped within my mind,
And there isn’t a way out.
Out, of this torment,
Out of this hell of hells.
I am trapped in my memories,
Memories of the distant past.
The ones best left alone,
Play non-stop within my mind.
All the s**t I went through,
All the things that happened.
There is no one around,
Around to pull me out.
Ever since she left,
My life has grown dull.
What once was fun to do,
Only now brings painful memories.
Memories of her love,
Memories of her touch.
Things I will never have again,
Because she is gone.
My friends have left, too,
Left me to myself.
They couldn’t deal with my outrage,
So they left for their protection.
I wish I could do the same,
At least for a day.
But that is impossible,
For there is no running from my mind.
If I could call up a friend,
They would never come.
Not until I get out,
Out of my mind.
But that will never happen,
For my mind shut that door.
Locked it up tight,
So tight, it won’t budge.
There is no compromise,
No deals to be made.
So my cries fall on empty floors,
Floors littered with hate.
Hate for what happened,
Hate at myself.
Myself for my ignorance,
And pushing my friends away.
There is nothing to be done,
Nothing left to say.
So now I will go back to Hell,
My new place I live.

Copyright Â© Arminius ... [ 2002-08-26 06:32:37]
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Re: Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 06:49:24 AM AEST
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it will get better
a fine write

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