The Pull of Memory II

There is a tomb in the middle of an overgrown field
It exists
Only in the back of my mind
The weeds and dirt there are disturbed
I claw at it
To unearth the memories of you
In my moments of madness of obsession
This is how
I turn what is blessed into a curse
For there is a duality in unleashing you
Angel becomes monster
And Twilight falls
For everything good
There is something evil
To eclipse the pure
These fragmented frames
Of broken memory
Become feelings I cannot contain
Every touch from you
chilled my skin
Every kiss from you
broke my heart
Every wave from you
Should have been the last
So I struggle in my field of weeds and blood
To put the dirt back
And quiet the melody of your voice
That melody that brings me to tears
But my struggle only changes
The carvings on the stone
Words that were windswept and faded
Become new

The Pull of Memory II

mtda

Transfer, United States

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Inspired by greeneyedlady’s Renegades

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