Horrid Happy Memories

I was really tearing photos off my wall, it's not a metaphor

Tearing pictures,
Off my wall.
The remnants,
From when I had it all.
Hallucinating,
For I thought my ice-box of tears,
Began to thaw.
When did my life,
Take a turn for the wrong.
When did the fat lady,
Stop singing her song.
When did my soul,
Give the devil a call.
When did my world,
Begin to fall.
Sometimes,
I reminisce on those happy days.
Even though my whole life,
Has had days full of grey.
Even though I don't remember,
Ever being 100% okay.
I can’t stand to see the pictures,
From when my life was less pain and more play.

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Wonderful work Anaya. Spoken with truth and conviction. The message is visceral and emotional. The journey of sadness you take the reader on is relatable to every heart. We can see a bit of ourselves in the words. Thank you for sharing your poem.

[Anaya]

Thank you so much! I am so glad you enjoyed my work. This piece is something very significant to me, so i'm just so glad that others are being touched by it and enjoying it!