Why can’t I forget those days?
Those lingering memories: a phase,
Of life so long since passed.
Though hours and years have flown away,
The visions burn and steadily prey,
Upon my undead soul.
None bring up, but sights remind,
That the past is well behind,
Yet still so felt and real.
Hate is there for its’ own sake;
Hating the hate that lies awake,
To chaos hope with guilt.
Hate and love both held within,
Wailing loud of selfish sin.
Who cares how things had been!
This life is hard for everyone.
Isn’t mine just another one?
Lacking a strong spirit?
Weakness and self-pity there,
Deep in my mind, create despair.
I’m the real freak and con,
The one who cannot move on.
Who keeps evil alive.
I deserve what I feel here,
Every pain and every tear;
Figments of a horrid head.
I cannot forget those days.
Dreams and memories a haze,
Of pre-tarnished truth.
Nothing will e’er change what be,
Within a heart that cannot see,
That it should settle for,
Deserving pain forever.
K. Aldaya, 11/4/05
Picture: “Can You See The Ghost? IV” by AlexandraSophie on Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Can-you-see-the-ghost-IV-165270619