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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories come but it is a lesson to be learned in all. Looking past the pain to find the lesson to gain. Regards Patricia