Memories
What would you do
If the memories spared
Came from the depths of our hearts;
Withdrew the strength we seek?
Do we fall?
Crashing to the floors,
We band together.
The pain is ours.
Memories are ours to forget,
Remember,
Hate,
Love.
The black rain falls from the gray sky
Like bullets trying to kill.
The tears dropped are only seen and known
As painful, but needed reminders.
The bruises on our skin shall fade with a word.
A sometimes painful word.
But the word we chant
Is our last prayer to the heavens above.
"Goodbye"
Memories avenge us
With the pain we bore.
All we leave ourselves to do is
Walk away.
And memories fade.