the memory that will be me

the memory that will be me

A Poem by terra
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I sit alone. my heart cracks, darkness blares, and death laugh.


The worlds briteness is a knife to me and it makes me weak at the keens. I will soon be but a memory.


I sit alone and try to get them to love me .


I sit alone and cry.


I sit alone and try to get them to love me.


I sit alone and ask why.


My pain is like dirt they are thoring on my grave this body can not be saved.


I sit alone and try to get them to love me.


I sit alone and crave alot of time its for the grave.


The dirt is whaing me down and my masks will not buy time.


I hear the chatter of the bugs its they alone that will feast on me.


I sit alone and try to get them to love me.


I sit alone in the darkness that was lift for me.


i sit alone and try to get them to noesies me but when i am not there i allways seem to disapear.


i sit alone and lisen to what i here.


i sit alone and try so herd not to disapear.


when the dirt hits my face i starts to erace.


what will be lift of me when i starts to become that memory?


by terra chadd


© 2014 terra


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Missoula , MT



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