Friday, March 29, 2013

Bloody Memory

I am constantly reminded of that awful bloody day
Where all my hopes and dreams washed away.

It is always on my mind, all of the time;
Why didn’t she just stop at the sign?

Some have told me to forget and to let go,
But the image continuously repeats in my head in slow-mo.

I close my eyes and try to forget,
It is no help, I am left upset.

It follows me and creeps into my thought
Leaving me completely distraught.

Sticking to anything and all that I do,
Bleeding through everything in that dark red hue.

Everything that should be easy turns into a grind,
Why can’t I look past this and put it behind?

No comments:

Post a Comment