Isn't it funny how you can only remember, the most painful memories? The ones about hate, that ruin your trusting fate. The ones from long ago, and each painful blow. The ones that noone else knows. The ones that are so deep inside where no one goes. I have one of those things, that every so often gives a ding. As I drift way back when, I thought I would never live again. I close my eyes tight, hoping that that will win the painful fight. As I wait and I hope that it will soon be over with, and later will become a myth. I tighten my grip, as my tears drip. And I cry and cry, not knowing if I'll live or die. I let out a scream, and my tears stream. The Vodka has rushed to your brain, and all pyshical power drains. Sfter a few more stings from your belt, I pull up my jeans and think of how that felt. I sit painfully back down at the table, and know there will be more if you are able. Now I cry as I think back when, and remember my childhood again. Every Wednesday night at 7 o'clock, when mom wasn't home as my life was blocked. But now it is over,gone and done, and I wonder if you had fun. My memory is still here, and you sit down and drink a beer.
Reason for writing:
This is a true life experiance of mine when I was ages 3-8.
Now I am 12 .
Birth sign: Virgo
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