Voices Long forgotten Surface up again In manners best left forgotten. Pain And hatred buried But to raise it up again Means pain of decades unremembered. Why? Did I really deserve all of this? To be a first child, Of all your growing, learning and prejudice? I am also a man! Not some godforsaken being! The tears in my eyes Speak of things that I am only seeing. Release, I beg and I pray. Yet all of these memories Torment me to this day… Forsaken, By God, I do feel. Yet I know in some way I am trapped in both life and deaths deal. Approach, You try to understand. Yet you can't, I fear. For this feeling is seen only Through my hand… The pain of yesteryears Stings my heart so. Crying, yearning for release Death would not grant me so. Tears, Shed one, not I! Emotions are lost in a void, In a world where one must live and lie. Reality, Or is this all a dream? This pain of my youth? Or so I seems… Tranquility. A luxury I do not have. But, yet, near as it may be It is something I still cannot grab. But why was my life orchestrated so? With pain and with hurt I still can't let go…
Reason for writing:
All of us have pains that should best be left untouched. Sometimes, when a word or action is done, those memories are unearthed. And with it come the memories we would pray be erased from our memory.
Birth sign: Libra
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