Those Memories

Oh those memories haunting me....

 

Those Memories

 

The car is streaking….

In a fast pace blur….

The rolling hills go dancing by in the background.

 

My friend is showing off….

And I can’t help but laugh at his antics….

The thrill of adrenaline slamming through my veins….

Making me feel alive.

 

But I don’t realize where we are….

Until time begins to stall and I see that house….

That once was a place I called home.

 

The memories come flooding back….

Running through the fresh cut pasture….

Dodging the attacks of playful dogs…..

And the late nights listening to the rain sing.

 

Slowly my mind returns to the car….

As it whips around a turn and speeds down the highway….

Towards the pink dappled sunset.

 

I can see her arms opened to me…

And I can’t tell in this moment….

If I’m more dead….

Or in fact more alive. 

Author's Note

I think this is one of my better poems...because I wrote it while it was actually happening...

Reviews

[Pyrrha Rayn]

Thank you :) I'm finding out it really is....

[luna11]

I love this poem
It's easier to write about things while you're actually experiencing them
Well done :D
xx