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The Memories

i have memories,
none really good.
the good memories are tucked away
frozen in the back of my mind
locked and chained in a room.
that dark cold room,
once in a while someone in my mind,
my mind people,
come and slowly unlock the door.
this happens on the days i look back at a picture of me smiling...
smiling...
how...what is a smile?
for it has been so long since a smile has spread across this face
is it possible that at one time
i was a smiling child?
pain....maybe one day
hopefully
i will smile again...maybe




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olican16 said...
Aug. 16, 2010 at 11:05 am:

this is knida sad... especialy the comment you put... i really love this poem great job!

 

 
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