MemoryA Poem by Kathryn SmithWith knuckles red It hit me Like brick after brick So I built a castle And collapsed in the tower Fingers in knotted hair Shut my eyes Shut my ears I hate these memories I hated last year My mind is entwined Always running Always dreaming A blessing and a curse There is a fine line Between pain and agony Sadness and hurt My calendar on a wall Numbers and dates Circles and lines Tormenting me Bribing me Teasing and calling I'm wide awake And I see me and you In moments In dust It took a year A year and I still frown Your songs and words decay Thank god I could rip them off Quick like band aids But memory? Memory scars Like the incisions on my body Clinging forever Ruining skin My memory churns Opens doors In mornings I jump in joy In nights I crumble in sadness Regret and distress Why did you do this? I'm tired I'm dead I thought after a year I could shoot you away And I'd curl up in sun Smelling dandelions Fresh cut grass Sprinklers Ice cream Cheap thrills But it's nearly May And you are here to stay I worked so hard to be rid of you But what you did to me Who would ever forget it? © 2017 Kathryn Smith |
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