Memories Poem by TracyLee Eckstein

These memories are like watching blood dripping on the floor,
Blood not from any other part of me but the core,
Deep within my being
My eyes are closed, I can't belive what I am seeing,
My mouth is shut, how can I be screaming,
My body is still, why does it feel like I'm shaking,
Why does my mind insist on these memories forsaking.

Blood no longer dripping but running
My memories are looking back at me with a look that's cunning.
I had burried them to deep
And now they are back because I refused to moarn, I refused to weep,
But my memories have succeeded
Regardless the amount of times I've with myself pleaded.

These memories are the evils I am forced to fight
And they lurk and haunt me at night,
No matter how far I run or deep I try to hide
With my life these memories will forever coincide

And the blood that drips on the floor
Are from the memories deep within
And they eat, I can feel the inner me bleeding
And the more it eats, the more painful, it's beyond the core

Can I not shut my eyes forever
Can I not choose to wake up never,
Because the deeper I bury them, the more they will eat
And soon they will reach my heart and then no longer will it beat.