Memories Done And Dusted
If only we could erase the bad and keep the good
Certain memories haunt me
Causing me to re-live the pain,
Heartbreak, sorrow and anger
But there’s nothing left to gain.
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The past is just that, the past
It cannot be caged and chained,
No matter how you torture yourself
There’s nothing to be changed.
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It is a story, now set in stone
Living and playing in your head,
Around and around, never stops
Haunting my heart now instead.
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If only, we each had a remote
A device tuned in to you alone,
Allowing you to remove, erase
Those memories overthrown.
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You’d be able to delete it all
An entire memory in one go,
Or you may prefer to choose
To be selective in all you throw.
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I would personally set up and start
Sifting and sorting my memories,
From birth onwards to this very day
Bad recollections are my enemies.
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I would deliberately re-live it all
From one day to the next, erasing,
All the pain, sorrow and anger
Leaving only memories so amazing.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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