The Little Room

Wow...It has been a while.

You’ve boxed it all away haven’t you?

Those memories that haunt and plague and abuse you.

In the back of your mind there’s this little room,

Where you hang up all the remains of what was.

And no matter how hard you try to forget

To move on,

To let go,

You always find yourself going back to that little room,

In the corner of your mind,

Where the record plays on a loop,

And it sings that same old song,

That you’ll never forget the words to.

And you sit in that room,

Staring at the walls that are covered in mental photgraphs

Of times lovely and sad.

Tears may begin to roll down your cheek,

As you peel open the book of “Where it All Went Wrong”.

 

You finish reading and you dust yourself off.

You leave the room and close the door behind you,

To that little room of unspoken memories

Reviews

[Jack...]

Very cool.

[Frankie O'Brien]

This is amazing, almost made me cry :)