I thought you had left,
Were dead, buried, and gone.
Why can't you leave me
With my comfort zone?
Why must you follow me
To this cafe?
Don't you realize
I was doing ok?
You hurt my feelings,
Sent my heart reeling.
Nay, no more peace,
With a vengence so deep.
Just move along,
Yes, go, and free me.
I'll drink my coffee,
Alone, if you please.
I'll push you away,
And bury you deep.
Your a nusaince, a bother,
Repulsive to me.
I won't think about you.
No, never again.
This is your last warning,
So be gone, my old 'friend.'
Author notes
Some memories are better left buried, This poem was easy for me in a way, not thinking about it, but remembering the freedom afterwards, because my 'memory' was a monster, I can't believe I survived, me or my 4 beautiful children. I just put myself back to the situation, and wrote. I wasn't able to "Go There" by acually putting 'it' on paper, Sorry, but maybe someday....
A contest entry
- Having Coffee with a Memory by shepherd23.
300 points, ended June 5, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Have you ever wished you could really tell an old memory off like this ?
Comments
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Funny how old memories come back to haunt us at the most surprising times, it can be a sound or a smell or a song and it's right back with us again...thank goodness only in our thoughts!
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i like it, it has very good flow and it touches at your pain delicately. Excellent write
<3
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carrying all the bad memories around is like still being in that place.
I know it is easier said then done.
but it is hard to create good memories when you are not in the moment.
another wonderful write that everyone can relate to.
excellent my friend
God bless...
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