You Can’t Erase Bad Memories
You can’t erase bad memories,
They linger in the halls of thought,
Where echoes of old agonies
Whisper lessons pain has taught.
They settle deep, like ink in skin,
Their permanence, a quiet truth,
Carved where hidden scars begin,
Etching shadows over youth.
You can’t erase the haunted nights,
When silence screamed too loud to bear,
Or banish those relentless sights
That stung your soul and left it bare.
The moments etched in bitter flame,
Unyielding to the winds of time,
Revisit you and call your name,
A melancholy pantomime.
You can’t unlive the shattered trust,
The words that cut, the doors that slammed,
The love turned cold, reduced to dust,
The dreams abandoned, hopes unmanned.
Each fragment sharp, each shard unkind,
A splinter lodged within the heart,
A relic that reminds the mind
How easily we fall apart.
