Things of the past no longer here,
Formers looking back from my mirror,
Lifeless memories from the past,
Haunt me as I paint my mask,
To the bar to drown my fear,
One more drink to hold back tears,
Still the memory remains,
My Violent past haunts my days.
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 lines or less (F) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How was the Imagry in this write?
Comments
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Oh how the past does come to linger and wrap itself intot he recesses of our minds and lives. Pain never really goes away just changes.
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