Amnesia

May 12, 2010
By GreyEyesBlueHair GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
GreyEyesBlueHair GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself." Henry Miller


My head now burns.
From a fever that’s never hit.
Sickness worthy of amnesia,
That we do not pretend.

The truth remains.
The past is unchanged.

I remember because,
It’s impossible to forget,
And,
I’ll never admit it.

Never admit
It kills my heart,
Forces me to secretly fight,
Bring up goals unrealistic,
Impossible.
Terrible goals that won’t fix anything.

Anything,
Anything I saw,
Or didn’t.

I wish I had amnesia now,
Because the days,
Have followed quickly to nights,
And
I can’t keep it straight.

If I had amnesia,
I’d be able to tell the difference.
Between fiction,
And reality.

Right now,
I’m a little thing,
Big person,
Curled into a ball.
Rain falling around me,
My fears,
And praying for amnesia,
Until I can fight.

Fight against myself.

The author's comments:
This is part of another one of my older poems called Nothing I Remember. It goes into more of what I meant in the other poem. Both of them follow a theme about how the readers and I can lie to ourselves. I suppose lying to yourself, can become an addiction and if repeated enough, part of your reality. It gets confusing and that's all this is supposed to portray.

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