Why won’t the memories fade?
Everything else fades, just not them
Paint fades, eye sight fades
But not memories, they stay till the end
Sure there are ways to get rid of them
But the purpose doesn’t justify the consequences
Diseases are a bore and head trauma hurts too much
Plus you might not be able to form your sentences
And so they linger on
Drifting in the back of your mind
Lurking, waiting, hoping someday to ruin you
Needless to say you can’t leave them behind
The worst is when they ruin something
Something that you enjoy
Drawn there by fond memories but remember
It was this memories evil ploy
Yes memories are tricky
They sneak up when least expected
Riding a roller coaster or smell their perfume
The disorientation can be quite hectic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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