Memory

I feel an ache in my breast,
A sob trapped inside my chest.
Memories rotting inside my head,
I'm forgetting things I did and said.
Like sheets of paper melting in rain,
I try to hold on - but all in vain.
"They're going," I think to myself and sigh,
Holding some of them back, trying not to cry.
What was once a playground now houses graves,
Not many does it protect, and none does it save.
I see her -me- so young and full of hope
Smiling, toothless, on a swing made or rope.
How I loved! How I dreamed! Innocence and youth!
If only my angels could protect me from life's sad truth.
And more fly- memories like lost words in the breeze,
I snatch for them, grab, but I am at unease.
The girl before me- I myself- I walk away and disappear,
I want that girl to stay, I scream-it reaches no ear.
She's gone now, and all she has left behind is me.
A wintery soul, a graveyard searching for a happy memory.

Reviews

[anne]

Smiling, toothless, on a swing made or rope.
How I loved! How I dreamed! Innocence and youth!
You are good in expressing the lines, very appealing

[junaid altaf]

We all are days which turn to dust and the present we have is mere an illusion where we stand naked because of our inquisitive nature and lest we lie down on the ground where the dust is all that answers....your poem in my words......by the way your style is fragrant with an assertive yet decent poet....hats off rhea!

[Justin E]

Oh, how memories, particularly the pleasant ones, so quickly fade, and we truly become "a wintery soul, a graveyard searching for a happy memory." Powerfully executed. Thank you for sharing.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

memories like lost words in the breeze, so true. Sometimes we really miss everything in life but the memories lasts forever in our heart. Greatly crafted!

[Aehr]

Thank you x

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Welcome :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet. You led the reader to sad ending.
"She's gone now, and all she has left behind is me.
A wintery soul, a graveyard searching for a happy memory."
It is sad we learn to forget the hope and joy of youth. Sometime graveyards can be places where we rebirth and become stronger. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote