Memories Poem by Frankie Stones

My emotions so confused. I lay here and write my heart out. What I wanted was now condemned as wrong. In feeling it slips away from me. I sit in sorrow and self pity. I felt just a tiny hand full left. Afraid to open my hand and lose what I had left I held it close to me. In realising I had to know what it was. I took my hand away from the safety of my body and slowly ungluing my fingers from the palm of my hand. Watching any dream or hope I had ever had flash before my eyes had sent my body into shock and not knowing what to do with myself I fell to the floor with every last memory there right in front of me but I couldn’t touch it. It was so close yet out of my reach the memories stuck like they were haunting me. Tormenting me.