Forgotten

There is a certain part of me that is blurred As if from an excruciating pain I was cured And a buried part of me nestled with regret- An aching sense of feeling I blindly forget. My mind wants to recall what transpired But my heart blocks it until it expired Did I willingly escaped a heavy load Or was I the victim of an event I was owed? I will never know until I'll remember That one rainy day in the month of September The early memories I unconciously took A leaf from my tree, a page from my book.