Hurtful Memories-April 2 entry for NaPoWriMo

by Stellabeam

  • Poetry

Published April 3, 2012

In Poetry

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Hurtful Memories
 
Memories haunt me in my sleep
Restless
They’re taunting
Merciless and hurtful
Reminding me of an age and era that no longer exists
 
 
They play like a movie in a theater;
There is no personal connection anymore
I don’t want to think of them any more
 They are no longer a part of me
 
Times have past,
I have changed
It was nice
But it is done
 
Dreams make me scream and yell
Distorting the truth
Making me hurt
 
When I’m conscious
I’m over it
Why aren’t my dreams over it?
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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites