Memories, All Of It, Just - Poem by Victoria Lee
memories, all of it, just
memories and nothing more.especally
the ones of the dead.
i lost the emotion to my memories
and in a way it makes me sad.
the memory of my grandfather, such a
sweet old man, he use to play fun
games with my brother and me. but
now he's dead, died when I was five
I had no emotion then and I
have none now, just a memory
that serve no perpose ever and it never will.
memories of a sorry past that i care nothing for.
But the essence of my macabre
past linger in mind, like the neiucance
that they always where. memories, all
of it, andall of it I care nothing for.
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