Memories are flooding my mind
But no answers can i find
Haunting, painful, too much to bear
I need to put them somewhere.
Childhood, funny, mischievous, sweet
They are ones I’d like to keep,
but, so many haunt my dreams
hurt more and more it seems.
Things I did or should have done
Battles lost I could have won
It’s too much for me to cope
At this minute, where is hope?
So in a box I try to place
Ease the pain I cannot face.
But no matter how I try
Memories, they just won’t die.
Hide them, in a box, close the lid
Who the hell am I trying to kid?
Too many, they cut me to the quick
Leave, me empty, distraught, sick.
Years and years of torment, regret
Won’t let my mind and body forget
Cry out,’ let me be’
but still, they haunt me
Friends, family, don’t know
My minds torment, so...
What to do, it’s simple it seems
In a box I’ll go with my dreams
Shut the lid, close the door
Lock it tight, for...
No one else to ever find
Nothing will I leave behind...
Copyright © Joan Warburton | Year Posted 2019