A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.
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Memories
Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.
Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.
Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?
Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter how you look at it
I am condemned to fail, and I admit.
The only comfort? They're not made to stay.
Everything will fade away.
Sooner or later, gentle or brutal.
But it will be mutual.
Shattered pieces will lie on the ground
they are nowhere to be found.
To search for them I do not dare.
And I've lived long enough to simply do not care.
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Memories
Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.
Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.
Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?
Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter how you look at it
I am condemned to fail, and I admit.
The only comfort? They're not made to stay.
Everything will fade away.
Sooner or later, gentle or brutal.
But it will be mutual.
Shattered pieces will lie on the ground
they are nowhere to be found.
To search for them I do not dare.
And I've lived long enough to simply do not care.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?