Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Ghost of memories

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So sunny outside.
I am enjoying the warmness.
Remember this plaza?
I am drinking coffee…
Alone…

I see a ghost of memories.
I see me and you, but now you are somewhere else.
You are alive and you are happy, I guess.
You left me behind, as a reminder of the dreadful past.

And now I am alone in this dark place.
I hate you, because you escaped.
I am happy for you, it is your turn to be happy.
Isn’t it what love is about?

I take one more sip and smile to the sun.
Wounded, crippled, doomed, but I am alive.
I hate to know that you knew it!
You left because you knew I will survive…
But did you know at what price?

 


 

2 thoughts on “Ghost of memories

  1. Some dark and painful thoughts here to be sure!

    The blessing of being a writer is being able to put those dark thoughts into words and release them like black butterflies, never to return to you.
    Keep writing and let healing find you!

    • Indeed. I feel that through my words, my pain flows on the paper, leaving my body and making it a little bit easier. I can see that in your writing as well, that’s why I like it a lot.
      Thank you! I wish same to you 🙂

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