Left alone with haunting memories,

even the one with Mom screaming at me,

saying I won’t ever amount to much.

Like nails on an old chalk board,

I  don’t think I  can hear her anymore,

she passed before she’d ever know.

Earned wings on my chest,

crawled through mud with the best.

Never told my kids they’d never amount to much.

Yep left alone with too many memories.

The darkness likes to hang around,

cant hear my friends that are below the ground,

guess  too many memories are crowding in.

Left alone in the dark,  let the dark memories begin.