Memory

Memory

A Poem by Kathryn Smith

With 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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Quite the "taste" of real throughout this one.

Posted 7 Years Ago


"Look Dave, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over."
HAL 9000, "2001: A Space Odyssey"

Posted 7 Years Ago



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