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The Past That Killed Me
I'm like a childhood memory,
long and forgttoen, long and broken
I beat like your grown heart,
strong and powerful, strong and bruised
I remember once, when mother would cook, when father was there
Those were the days.
Then the days turned to nights,
dawn, to dusk.
With all happiness, comes sorrow.
With all sorrow, comes regret
The beginning was sweet, the air was light
The ending was sour, pollution suffocating you until
No more.
I wept. I wept for you, I wept for me, I wept for the world and the Hell that we are all living.
I wished so many nights to have you back, father.
I wished so many nights to not be lost, father.
I prayed and prayed, but there was no God to answer me. Only Silence.
Only the memories. The memories that faded, long and broken.
The heart that was once strong and powerful, now strong and bruised.
The beginning was sweet, the air was light.
The ending was sour, pollution suffocating me until
No more.
Thank you for reading, this was a hard piece to write. I wrote this, thinking of my father who passed away when I was younger. It still affects me, years later, and my emotions just flowed into this piece. I really do hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you can make a connection to something from your life to this piece. I hope it affected you or touched you in some way, that's my goal with all of my writing. Once more, thank you for reading. Keep writing, forever.
- Luke