The Memories Are Worth The Pain
19 July, 2018
Author: Mental
I feel the
Morning wind
Being forced
Into my skin.
I feel the night
Being wounded
On my mind so tight.
The two combined
On my soul
Is a total crime.
Like secrets
Without whispers
Like love
Without hate
I pour my cement thoughts
Into a mental crate.
Like dark clouds
Without The rain
THE MEMORIES
ARE WORTH THE PAIN.
------- Author's Notes -------
The title of this poem was tattooed on the chest of my son. Who is deceased, RIP July 9 1992---May 20 2018 |
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