Worst Memory

I once was asked, "What is my worst memory?" The memory that haunts me, Making the darkness suffocate me, Until i can no longer tell if i am breathing, Or being caressed by death's embrace. But, how can you pinpoint a single blade of grass, From an overgrown lawn? Or select a unique snowflake, From a winter's furious blizzard and say, "This is the one!" So many horrors lurk in my past, Threatening to escape the cage that contains them. Do I want to risk opening Pandora' s box? Do I want to expose the tumours that torment my soul? My thoughts lead to alternate paths of what could be, If the mind monsters roam free from inside of me, For even a second. Madness lingers, Eagerly waiting, cloaked, Ready to pounce and tear away my frail and fragile sanity, By cruelly thrusting suppressed nightmares once more into reality. The fear is too intense, These catastrophes will remain where they are, Locked away in a cage, And pushed back into the dark. Praying that one day they will be forgotten, Unable to harm or hurt, Just bad memories that were left alone to die and disappear.