Memory of the past

A Poem by DelaCruz

It talks about a person who's trying to forget what happened in the past but deep inside, he still feels the pain and longing for the missing piece.

A silent breeze of sorrow and pain brings back old memories,
like a vast sea of happiness that it gives, incuding the stenches of fear it deceives.

Look at me now, oh darling.
Isn't it a beautiful evening?
The stars shine while the sun sets,
A pool of misery and substantial amount of regrets,
the flow of good and bad memories disseminating inside my head,
All to me was everything, and now I wish the suffering would end.

All I do is sit and drink without you,
It's not living when I'm not with you.
The fragrance of your kindness is barely missing,
If I could bring back the time, I would change everything.

I look around the burrows of our memory,
and it's hurting me so badly,
so badly that I want to shout my insides to the fullest,
so badly that I want to get rid of this sickness,
so badly that I want, that I want
until I regain again my consciousness.

Isn't it pretty, my darling?
It seems that I've lost something we called everything.
And still, I hold on to my breathing,
Must endure the pain and survive for a living.