Thursday, January 20, 2005

Stained with Memory

The walls of this mind are stained with memory.
Screams of anger, the tears of a child,
lonely nights, and fear filled days.
The echoes of the past come back to haunt,
relentless, unforgiving..A constant reminder
of shadow cast corners, and darkened rooms.
The bitter taste of tears ,
as they flow down a childs cheek.
as a face twisted with anger hangs overhead.
As the child grows these memories still remain
an unforgettable torment that breeds anger
feeds distrust, opens old wounds.
I found this site random acts of journaling on Jess's blog
the poetry prompt was..Stained with Memory

1 comment:

Jessica said...

You did a great job with that prompt! Amazing piece!