Memories Huant Me. Poem by Amy Kerswell

Memories Huant Me.



My memories huant me.
They kill me inside.
Now they've killed me in the flesh aswell.

They wouldnt leave me alone never.
Always there in my waking hour.
Dragging me down to my knees.
Making me look a desperate mess.

I wish I could of controlled them.
But they controlled me.
Controlled my every move.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 30 April 2006

Memories come but it is a lesson to be learned in all. Looking past the pain to find the lesson to gain. Regards Patricia

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success