Memories In The Shadows

Memories In The Shadows short poem

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Sometimes I feel all alone,
In my world of hurt and pain,
And no matter what you say or do,
The memories come back again.

I sit alone in darkness,
Watching shadows creep on the walls,
Feeling hurt and terrified,
Into my mind the darkness crawls.

I want it all to leave me,
But my mind just lets it in,
Nothing I do can stop it,
Can hide me from the sin.

The whys, the whats, the reasons,
I know the answers deep inside,
But even in the darkness,
There’s nowhere for me to hide.

Sometimes the memories fade away,
To a recess that’s hard to climb,
But no matter how deep they’re buried,
They’ll be there till the end of time.

Memories that are poison,
Cut deep into my heart,
Turning blood that runs through my veins,
Into a cold and ice filled dart.

Please don’t hate me when I tell you,
The sins my memories hold,
When I sit up through the darkness,
Alone and hurt and cold.

A loving arm around me,
Takes the cold dark sins away,
But they’ll only hide for so long,
They’ll wait for another lonely day.

So please don’t leave me all alone,
And let the darkness call,
Because only you can save me,
From the shadows on the wall.

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I am a father of 6 children who has had a love of poetry for many years.It wasn't until my fire was rekindled by a fellow poet,good mate and a man who gave me lots of advice at the start,Darren Scanlon.In just over a year i have written 50 poems of all types and am hoping later this year (2015) to publish my first book.
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Saurin Desai

“Turning blood that runs through my veins, Into a cold and ice filled dart.”



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