Bad Memories Poem by brandon norseth

These bad memories
They keep coming back like a bad piece of sushi they flood my mind I spin out of control for days they keep coming in my body some times my body gives away and falls like an angel sparing its wings and like the angel my body never the same, falls down deep under in this giant pit we think is so great to stare at yet this very pit is what is the cause of our fall. And yet right at that very moment they grant us the power to spread our wings and lift off.