Just when I thought
That things were looking up
I find myself alone in my room
With only my writing to keep me company
Deep thoughts of how things once were
And how complicated theyve become
Looking at my past
Is like staring at a fire
The warmth of the heat explain
My memories of happiness
The burn of the flames show
Heartache and wanting
Burns me from the inside out
Slowly caressing me with death
I sit alone in my room
And darkness seems so near
The end is soon to come.
Author notes
Hm.. Awhile back too..
Written January 15th, 2005
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Very deep. Quite the emotional ride into the dual nature of memories, how they can both bring smiles and tears, and cleanse us in the scathing light of what was left behind. You really seem to have captured the essence of why so many choose to forget or ignore the past, in favor of looking at life through rose colored glasses. I hope you can continue to grow in life through the bathing flame of your memories.
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