Bad Memories

Time brings back bad memories,
Old, but not the gold,
One that I never wanna hold,
Again !!!
The heart,
It’s beating hard,
Fast, enough,
To think of thousand horses running towards me,
Galloping on the left side of my chest,
Someone tell those horses to slow down,
Tell them to stop,
Please,
Tell them the pain,
Of the fear and the tears,
Falling apart from these eyes,
Sousing the burnt aching wounds,
Slowly triggering the soaring wish of being dead.

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7 thoughts on “Bad Memories

  1. To think of thousand horses running towards me,
    Galloping on the left side of my chest,
    Someone tell those horses to slow down,
    Tell them to stop,
    Please,

    Wow!

    how did u do that!
    smiling! : d : )

    loved the metaphor!
    beautiful : )

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