Best Deathmemory Poems
I try to hold on, but it keeps slipping through
It's drifting out of reach now; I don’t know what to do
My memory's fading, everything I ever knew
Every moment I have ever shared with you
I try to remember your face down to the smallest detail
I try and try in vain as time after time I fail
My memories are fading, everything I ever knew
But I try to deny it, claim it as untrue
Your laugh no longer is clear in my memories as it once has been
But still I search frantically, but not knowing where to begin
I want to remember, oh God, I can't forget
But its happening already, to my deepest regret
I debate with myself day and night
Over the color of your eyes in the morning light
I argue and search and cry and scream
Swearing and hoping that this is all a dream
How can my memory be fading so fast
Why can't I hold on to it? Why wont it last?
Little by little, I lose fragments of my memory of our past
I try to deny it, claim it as untrue
My memories are fading, everything I ever knew
Losing everything, everything I remember of you
Tomorrow is a hard day.
When I remember someone, who passed away.
Its when I was needed at my brother's side,
but I wasn't there, and he committed suicide.
Over the years, I dealt with agony and depression.
I couldn't put it away, so there was no suppression.
He thought his memory would fade,
when his final choice was made.
His memory lasts on in my heart and mind.
Even though my life began to unwind.
I miss the times we had and should have had.
I just wish I didn't always feel so bad.
So many things I wanted to say over the years.
I guess I said them, with my endless tears.
I'll never know what went wrong that day.
But I tell you I love you, every time I pray.
in the city that never sleeps you walked from day to night
from hustling on the corner to running business state to state
some call you a looser others say your bad news
but to me your a man who grew up doing what he had to do
you were raised in the ghetto of the worst city in the east
brooklyns very own son became a self made millionaire
long nights ducking on the corner behind trash cans
playing cops and robbers with the men in blue
when it was time to go home you left work outside
taking care of your wife and children and retiring
in for the night never forgetting what is right
the fight for a dollar meant more blood shed
the daylight is your enemy as the nighttime is your friend
every city block has a name to the name belongs a hustler
every hustler has soldiers that will die claiming their hood
for every loss theres a gain for every gain there is a loss
you became the king of new york with a hefty price
the people you trusted are the ones who took your life
now your gone forever but the game still plays on
your memory i hold dear to my heart
we should of stopped you before you ever began!
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dedicatecd to the memory of PRESTON "two shoes"
Though suffering shadows
my memory never shallows
my husband past memory follows
As his body swallows
through the earth, his house gallows
And forever as widows