I’ve had bad dreams that once felt like memories,
Images thwart my mind…
In darkness I subside and fall to reality.
As it has drained my precious time…
I find that thoughts,
Age past simple years…
Rotting deep within my core
Trying to claw into what
was once declared to be a memory..
But I have found out that…
Memories come….
And memories go….
I walk to this world,
In a empty space
Each step as though it were my first
Distant I float behind my shell.
Vacant inside…
As I learn to glide,
Between fantasy and misery.
Free to be,
Who I am…
Free to go,
Where I please…
But where’s the line,
To pull me back?
Life as I knew,
Now covered in black…
Thoughts I have found,
Serve no place.
Forgotten this life…
Forgotten my face…
Bottled up memories know how to hide
Swept away…
To where memories fly…
*sigh*
Memories come…..
Memories go….
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice musings Empath. Love the line 'bottled up memories no how to hide' - don't they just? Good to see you posting again. HG: -) xx