Memories that maim

by Timothy   Sep 10, 2004


I sit here with my head hung low,
Burdened with regrets, and a lifetime of tragedies in tow;
When I'm this down, no one and no thing can help me up,
I long ago took the last sip of happiness from life's cup.

There are so many memories, when you reach my age,
But the images are of sadness, depression, and unbridled rage;
No medication has cured me, not a billion words from a shrink,
I have been walking the razors edge so long, I have irretrievably fallen over the brink.

With this pistol in my hand; it's my final comfort,
The cold steel is my last dance partner, my soothing consort;
The tyranny of life; it's a bad movie that is always the same,
The reruns of agony are the memories that maim.

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  • 16 years ago

    by lost and incomplete

    I like it good image and good use of language ...can relate

  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    I'm very down, I may tell you about in an email.

  • 19 years ago

    by jamie25

    very sad...and depressing...but i loved it! nice work!

  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    Thank you Stormy. I made some comments on yours too.