Hello Poetry,
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Zac Sandri
Poems
Apr 2013
Repressed Memory
I can't remember anymore,
All of the things you told me,
Of all the great and wondrous dreams,
And all the lies you sold me,
Our little game of little things,
Back and forth and without end,
Was set for which in dying days,
To attack and then defend,
With each and every pinprick stab,
Awoke a ghost; cried shame,
To think of all and terrible fate,
A needled foot to lame,
So when the light shines very dim,
I know I'll catch a glimpse,
I can't remember all've said,
But I can't say I'm upset
Written by
Zac Sandri
Wheaton, IL
(Wheaton, IL)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
682
st64
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems