The worst day is that which never leaves my soul
and constantly, perpetually torments me whole-
inside and out, this never ending day I live,
wishing, and wanting, for there to be more to give.
Something in return, to erase my past regret.
Somethings to love instead of trying to forget.
So many mistakes, faults and problems of my own
all these issues that haunt me are seeds that I've sown.
My worst day is the memory of all the wrong I've done
so how on earth could I single out just a day, just one?
Author notes
no specific meter, no specific memory. Just flashes of thoughts...
A contest entry
- Worst Memories by Romily.
360 points, ended February 11, 2008, 12 entries
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A very well written poem. The flashes of thoughts are given a sketch in your flow.
best of luck in the contest.
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