It's Memory.

It's Memory.

A Poem by Marlena
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The wind starts to blow, the voices scream and ache, rain pelts your soft skin like rocks on a bitter day.

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The wind starts to blow

the voices scream and ache

rain pelts your soft skin like rocks on a bitter day

your very being screams and twists

moaning, colliding with the dark forces around you

you shout to be heard over breaking glass

frightening the night away while welcoming sun

you are never alone

pale fingers search your skull

for memories best left forgotten

you walk on a lonely beach on a silent, sunlit day

your mind elsewhere

all in one instant you know you are amazing

you are special, provocotive and true

a demon in the eye of fire

a cat, prowling the night

a rain filled cloud

you ruin the day and revel in pain

while the hot water scorches your skin

waves and embers embrace you

while you fall blissfully into a trance

of fake memories, the place you belong

a demon in the eye of flame.


 

© 2009 Marlena


Author's Note

Marlena
I was watching Craft when I wrote this XD I really like this one, tell me what you think! :)

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its a little confusing but I like the way you weaved the words.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very nice. =D You mentioned a cat so it's automatically awesome. XD

Posted 14 Years Ago



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