Hurtful Memories-April 2 entry for NaPoWriMo

by Stellabeam

Published April 3, 2012

In Poetry

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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When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself.
— LadyMysterio