My mind hoards memories,
Events tumble out in big fat paragraphs and not mere summaries,
The good, the bad, the evil,
My mind's an angel and a devil,
I forget nothing,
I feel everything,
Is this a blessing or a curse,
To live in reverse,
I hold onto people and things,
Like they're precious stone filled rings,
Unable to truly move on,
I cling on,
To moments in time,
They stick to my mind like slime,
Gooey and difficult to scratch away,
But fling them I must and live in the today,
Nothing and no-one is dependable,
Self reliance is the answer, throw those memories away, they are expendable.
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