A Memory

I took a shot,
Or maybe two;
Something to take away this thought.

Now I've got to wait it out,
'Cause I'm too dizzy to walk about.
Unfortunately, it didn't help,
My misery has turned to agony.

In darkness I sit, unable to cry;
A curse bestowed by this life of mine.
When finally the tears do spill,
They're blacker than night and hotter than h*ll.

Pain is making me numb, you see.
All because of a memory.

by Dama Tristeza

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Comments (2)

i love this poem we all go through bad moments but u have had them bad nice poem
memory is a page of the past..it comes running back in time into our minds especially when we are alone..and we cry, when it's a sad memory..nice write..