The memories
My memories
of the past, from that segment of time
remain locked
purposely, in my mind
Those words, touches
have become keys
viciously ripping open those times
Forcing, shoving me into remembrance
Hot, burning tears flow into my heart
breaking open the fresh scars
and I long to close the box
and leave the memories burn
and keys gone
clutched by fingers unknown
Great poem it shows how painful memories are not all memories are wanted. some need to be kept away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, painful memories are sometimes best kept hidden, but it also serve as a way to overcome it.