Some day I shall gather your memories
And throw them to the winds
Slowly, one memory at a time
I would let them escape,
UntilI have erased
My past
Completely.
I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain
Oh how I wish I could take all my memories of him and throw them to the wind... so I don't have to have them in my heart anymore... it's much too painful sometimes...
ReplyDeleteDear Launna, this is never practical, the poem is titled slow death... Sigh!!!
DeleteIts a trap.
ReplyDeleteEven the thought. We're actually unbounded, free, unrestricted.
We created these limits.
Even the fear of death.
There is a felt sadness in this one...a wish to be free of heartache. I think many can identify with your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love memories, especially from someone I loved... would never let them escape... lovely write up :)
ReplyDeleteEasier said than done, no? :)
ReplyDeleteWell written.
My first time here, definitely not my last time for sure.
Updated mine. Do drop by.
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CRD