Here's a poem I just wrote today.
Hearing the cries through the night
I lie awake in this nightmare
Here in my mind,
It is always dark
But still yet I must know
They are coming back
Like they always do
The haunting of my memory
It is all coming back now
I can see
And fill a dream
But no one cares about me
The sad caress of whispers
Echo in this nightmare
They all will die in the end
But for now I break
And they tear at me
Through my walls
They'll return yet again
The haunting of my memory
A dream I had long ago
Where I die
And no one cares
But I cannot act on that
The cries grow
And near my mind as I try
To let go of this pain in my head
They still near to me
And fill my night with terror
The haunting of my memory
And I scream this nightmare again
It will be
My death tonight
But I still do not want to die
Carry me away tonight
For I'm so close
To my breaking point
The Haunting Of My Memory *possibly Triggering*
Started by Jesting Still, Feb 23 2011 12:03 PM
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