The stinging that imposing memories can bring.

Memories swarm around my head like a bunch of bees

I just want to forget them, and them to forget me

As if the buzzing was not enough to drive you insane

It is the horrible stinging that opens wounds again

Bringing along with the noise, fear, anguish and pain

Some things you want to drown out at sea

Tie a ton weight around them and never see them again

I want to live in the present, not dwell on then

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  • skylite on May 4, 2009

    Nice poem !

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