Just a Memory

By:Sarah Wood

Pain. Crushing pain.

Firehot needles, sizzling into my skin.

Jagged knives, cutting ever more deeply as I scream in torment

Icy chill, I am turned away

Beaten and bruised I remain.

Happy nevermore.

No hope. All is lost.

Tears dripping, flowing, unceasing

Prayers not heard, words behind the back

What is there to be done?

I know not.

Shadows of gloom and sorrow

You leave me chained in the dark

The endless pit; I am falling

No more. Last chance.

I plead on hands and knees

I grasp the air, with nothing to hold onto

Beyond my reach, beyond my sight

Dying embers of the night

All a memory and nothing more.

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Date: February 5, 2005