Why ( the memories)
Why am I trapping myself in this
Self encaged prison where
I feel like I can no longer breathe
The same air as you but
I don't want to die.
Why has that feeling of
Being free slipped
Away from my mind and
I feel like I'm afraid to
Like again?
Why does my heart burst
With so much pain from
The self inflicted poison that
I have brought upon
Myself in my delusion?
I've reached the point of
No regrets and I
Don't want to leave my
Soul behind in that
Constant struggle with
My emotions.
Why do I feel like I
Want to scream – out
My sentiments of
Frustration, angst and utter
Spite because I accept this,
I accept it all
But it's the memories that
Are killing me on the inside.
Putting away the pictures of
What we were
Erasing the messages of
The past and what was -
Blocking out the melody of
What was our song
Removing any and everything from
My sight that
Reminds me of
YOU –
Stop.
I'm not angry.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm just bitter.
Because I accept it,
You know.
It's just the memories.
Memories, which were tucked
Away so safely in my heart
Are now placed
In a corner in
A box where it is
Under lock and key and
May never be opened again.
[Not anytime soon, anyway.]
Because why would I want to
Touch something that
Causes me so much grief
[Right now?]
I'm sorry.
It's just the memories.
I'm sorry.
[Forgive me for having
To tell you all of
This.]
Poetry by Kel
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 04:10
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