Memory

Memory

A Poem by Will
"

Forgiven but not forgotten

"
They say I've got a memory
That never fails a scan.
I never forget anything, they say,
I know I just can't.

They say that it's a great thing
For school and for life.
But what if I despise it?
It only causes strife.

All the pain that scars me,
The tears upon my face.
The deaths and the rejections,
Every failed race.

They linger in my mind,
As unwelcome guests.
Poltergeists of my past,
Bothersome little pests.

At random times they come out,
And my anger's tide will rise.
My blood will start to boil
As the tears well in my eyes.

I can't stand this goddamn memory,
I can't leave anything behind.
I face my past everyday,
Just part of the daily grind.

© 2013 Will


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Poignant , the thoughts that haunts us , great flow lovely write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


A good rhyme scheme and an awesome poem. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is really relatable. You can always forgive someone but you can't always forget what they did. Sometimes you need space or whatever but if you ever do forgive them, you won't forget what they did. It's like it's embedded in your mind. A great write, Will.

~ Noodle.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I can relate to this. I got s**t stored in my memory I would love to forget. Great Poem Will.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Will

11 Years Ago

Don't we all on some level? Thanks for reading, Mark. Appreciated as always
Will, this is a great piece - it speaks of a trial that so many would see as a gift. Having a "good memory" has its merits, but when memories torment you, it is anything but a blessing. There is peace in being able to let go of some memories. Well written, honestly expressed!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Will

11 Years Ago

Thanks as always, Rita. Your reviews are always honest and helpful :)

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Added on June 17, 2013
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Tags: Memory, life, great, school, despise, hate, strife, pain, tears, death, love, race, anger, blood, eyes, grind

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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