I have a plea to my memories
Please stop bombarding me
Stop ringing me up at 3 in the morning
With a voice as vacant as wind through the trees
Stop popping up in the middle of the day for no reason
Like an unwanted relative that shows up and stays the summer
I am tired of the sadness that weighs me down
Wet and cold like snow on breaking branches
Leave me alone unless you are pleasant
Like a smile from the eyes a child
You are mostly like the credit card company
Reminding me where I have failed and how much I owe
I want the memories that waken me with a heavily beating heart
Excited like a child waiting for cotton candy dreams
I want the memories that flash through my brain
Like pictures from a family photo album
That staged picture where we are all smiles and waves
Our hair in neatly combed and we sit up straight
Are those memories available?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely descriptive write. Enjoyed this poem!