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Plagued by Memories

The night stood, 
veiled like a nun.
     Wherever she looked,
         She saw a hooded assassin,
staring at her with eyes like fireballs.
     

Leaving aside 
the unfinished works,
she curled into bed, tired.

Thoughts once dead,
      

Plagued by Memories

"You do not think!
You do not learn!
You only play
With fire & burn.

You will not speak.
You will not cry.
You simply wait
For me to die."

Well, it is I
Have held my tongue
For all this time.
Now you are gone.
Now I am done.

Well, it is you
Whose Memory
Lives on in me.
No - Not memory.
Yes - Misery!

I was never good with words.
I

Plagued By Memories

         oh, memories 
         of a childhood friend 
I couldn't forget 
      if I tried 
he lived just two blocks 
away from me
           

Plagued By Memories

She leads me down the road
Turns around and says that she’s not sure any more
Sometimes things go wrong
People change
Nothing stays the same
If only you could see
Hiding in the past won’t bring us back
It only causes pain
Something that will always remain
It’s better that you go now
Turn another corner
Change your name
Nothing stays the same
Tears for yesterday will

Plagued By Memories

Memories and images deep in my soul,
They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old.
A little girl holding on to her father's hand,
How she longs to see his face and to be his little girl once again.
A young man who stood before our country and the world,
And promised the glow of that candle would

Plagued By Memories

In the splendorous sapphire space of my pristine heart, 
shimmering in the sanctified radiance of the indigo night,
you gleamed like seraphic sequins of argentine moondust, 
making me feel fascinated as I sensed your cerulean sheen.

My heart morphed into a mesmeric turquoise lake,  
where the rose petals flying from my garden floated 
with the reflection

Plagued By Memories

Memories of whip-lashing words 
steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil
my soul a weeping blistered sore  
my heart a gangrene amputee 
pus-green-memories rupture to plague me 
infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks

in a pale cringe I sniffled   the cold floor my confidant
a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim

Plagued by Memories

When the monsoon returns this year,
Will the tears fall again, as they did before?
Will sorrow once more breach the dam of my heart,
Spilling cold drops that mirror the rain?

With every breeze, your warmth brushes past—
Not real but remembered.
Today, once again, I turn the brittle pages of my diary,
Each line a wound still whispering your name.

No

Plagued By Memories

I hear a little girl laugh
and see her sweet face
recall the days of play
the sweet cuddles and kisses
then, I am taken to her name engraved
and remember my sisters death
in childhood . . . 
I can hear a baby crying in my dream
and it is my baby
in the dream I am running
on a path that leads

Plagued By Memories

Everywhere I turn,
a new memory visits—
a simple hair tie
sitting beside the hair clip
in the medicine cabinet.
A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket.
The blue nursing uniform, and the pink stethoscope—marked with the initials “K.C.”—
a treasure,
a marking of a calling so great.

The letter from the hospital offering a placement
to a young,

Plagued By Memories

Plagued by the memories of insoluble illusions
that hang on the tapestry of yesterday
where mythological masks were worn
in another time, another place
and are relived in pictures
hanging on my mind's wall of sadness and loss
when dreams of moonlight madness
remind of love's longing
the remembrance of faces and places
stay in tortured realms, trapped in my soul
heartfelt reminders of crumbling

Plagued by Memories

This, is where it began
A scream
   Blood curdling
     An amalgamation of acid and iron
       Coagulates my blood
Mother
   Instinct seizes
     Heart racing
       Legs race faster
Thoughts race out of hand
   A

Plagued by memories

Sitting in a rocking chair trying to recall the passing years
clutching a bible, he sits by the phone
for a voice to remind him he is not all alone

He can't help but wonder where the years have all gone
and questions his purpose as life carries on

He thinks of his family with great admiration
the laughter and love

Plagued by Memories

I am plagued by memories
  My eyes have seen things I will never un-see
  I am plagued by thoughts that my mind continually harbors
  Stuck in my mind, a prisoner in her quarters
  I’m outside looking in
  The farmer should’ve kept the healthy hen
  But he let her run

Plagued by Memories

Cursed

I am plagued by things of the now: daily
physical aggravations for which
doctors have given me no cure.
Memories can’t afflict me
the way my body has
been bedeviled by
ailments which do
not even
have a 
name.
I 
suppose
I can say
the memory
of a physician
having injected me
four times with a substance that
gives some people dire side effects
haunts me to this day. Cursed is

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