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Sep 2012
It's hard to explain,
why does this happen?
It's a question I long to find an answer for.

All is perfect,
all is pure,
all is perfect.

A simple memory is all it takes,
to send me spinning off the tracks.
To set me ablaze like a forest in drought.
That's all it takes.

Even when I feel everything is well,
when I feel I have found someone,
when I feel a whole,
along comes a memory,
sending everything previously thought to hell.
Crumbling down like an ice berg,
leaving me breathless, under the weight of my thoughts.

Why must this happen?
I surely don't know.
Why must it happen?
Raquel Martinez
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