there are no path to run away from your wretched past
no medium to separate your sinful nature from immense divine chaste
they'll live as long you care
they'll hunt as long as you're there
mortals with the will to live on
as long as it take to see you suffocate, deteriorate till you're gone
they'll come alive in you're dream till you awake in frightening tears
there are no cure for your fears
memories don't live like people do
they always remember you
A contest entry
- Personal Memories and Thoughts by Blood Slurpie.
320 points, ended November 26, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Memory Lane Again by Judith Chandler.
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Comments
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This is more of a reflective piece on memories than a mermory of any particular time. There is some vivid imagery but it's not what I asked for.
Thank you for your entry. -
wow....
This is an intense thought...I mean... I have never thought about it in the sense that even if you try to forget the memories you own... the memories own you as well...
OUTSTANDING.....
xoxo
Heidi
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ah, that last bit is nice, very nice
It's very refreshing, and makes my mind race.
Kudos
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