Images
bright or dark
have the power
to create a spark.
They wander through
my head with ease
some hold terror
some there to please.
To erase the bad
and keep the good
would change me
if I only could.
Hiding inside
pictures real
are nightmare terrors
I can feel.
I close my eyes
sometimes to rest
they wake up
to tighten chest.
But there is good
not only bad
I treasure memories
of living had.
I'm not convinced
I'd trade the darkness
if losing black
would erase fondness.
It seems to me
that losing one
is part of life
would ruin fun.
But still these pictures
can stop my heart
doing that
is hardest part.
Because they used
to come in slumber
but now they linger
when I'm not under.
The darkness comes
with blast of image
to take me back
to stronger times.
The problem is
the years have gone
I'm not the man
of younger times.
There I thought
I left them standing
completed tasks
past further handling.
But they still call
my name out loud
and make me fight
and avoid crowd.
Sometimes success
and sometime failure
the changes made
help me survive.
My greatest hope
as old days come
that I can move
beyond this 'fun'.
For playing all
the show at one time
can start the closure
my mind so craves.
Then I can let
those gone from life
rest in peace
beyond their graves.
What was done
what actions taken
were done from need
to help save life.
No matter what
I couldn't stop
God's instruction
to move towards light.
Since I don't dare
question the power
I need to take
what comes to me
as thanks for what
I tried to do
and keep their image
in memory.
Then they're not
forgotten children
I have them near
with open arms
when I accept
that they are present
somehow they can do
no further harm.
Then stronger days
can stay with me
as life goes on
let memory be.
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