Memory

A short poem I wrote just for fun. :P In the perspective of a Memory, writing a letter to whomever you decide. Picture credit: Camsy Craze Photography

My name is Memory

I lay within the broken bones of a young girl

Her mind is a graveyard

A maze composed of ancient tombstones

The war had ended

Demons still lingered

She tried to push them back into the musty soil

but the holes in the ground had already sealed shut

leaving no room for internal escape

Slowly, the dead souls streamed down her pale face

but not one could see them

For they were her warriors

and her's only

My name is Memory

and I had slaughtered those warriors

Savage it was

Ruthless it was

A deed it was

but don't blame me

For I am simply a

  -Memory

Author's Note

All criticism is accepted and encouraged, just be nice. :) Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

oh those memories. clever personification. pretty cool. nice job on this.

[Jordyn]

Thank you very much. :)

[keith]

good write
good to see something different
good on you

[Jordyn]

Thank you :)

[wordman]

a rare look into a woman's soul,,no criticism needed

[Jordyn]

Thank you very much! :)

[wordman]

my pleasure

[KCthelastboyscout]

This is uniquely written. A rare idea beautifully told from a different point of view.an unexpected pleasure

[Jordyn]

Thank you very much!! :)

[Elisabeth Acosta]

" I lay within the broken bones of a young girl."
A visual a young girl broken by circumstances, life. "Her mind a graveyard" secrets, darkness, maybe what broke her spirit. Well done.

[Jordyn]

Nice analysis. :) Was basically exactly what I was thinking when writing it. Thanks for the review and for reading! :)