Original Poem - Crevices

Crevices

 

Inside the crevices of my mind,

Are memories left behind,

Trying to escape,

The seal,

The concrete,

I suppress them with,

But in me deep,

They lie,

Burning my skull,

They creep,

Inching their way closer to the surface,

Closer, drawing my breath as it approaches,

And I succumb,

And I remember,

 

Twisted into a knot,

Are memories forgot,

And now it unties,

Before my eyes,

And I do not want to look,

To fill my vision,

With the pain I once felt,

Desperate I close my eyes,

But the truth pries,

And I realize,

I see,

All the things that were not meant to be,

No, not for me,

Because I deserved better.




                                                                                                   By Monica Adrian

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