Bringing Back the Lost Memory
Never can I forget,
What pain scars my heart.
As the days slug by, neverending
Haunting my mind.
The day of gray
Painted black all around.
Humming in the distance,
Playing my heart
For what use to be. Now,
Is nothing, but a hollow memory.
It takes just one thought
To bring back the nightmare.
Where the ghost of repent,
Can roam freely within my den.
The place, used to be a home
Now it's only
The necromanca,
Bringing back the Lost Memory.
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Bazzaro127
Hello! I'm 19 years old. I've grown a lot since a year an a half ago. I still write lots of poems just don't have much time to post them. Its over 600 but who needs count, art isn't limited by number but heart-filled effort lol. I pray everyone is doing well, thank you for those who have read my craft, liked it, commented and took time out of their day to view it. Currently I speak mainly two languages English and spanish while learning french. I'm keeping busy, GOD bless everyone and have a dazzling day. Oh that's me and my mom too in the pic if it even loads haha, feeling fresh;).
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