Aye, I call thee forth memories
to have you banished from sight
for all the pain and misery
you bring forth, with no right.
When I shall slumber
in the darkness you walk in
for my spine to shiver
as glimpses set in.
For grief that I had parted
from people I had departed
all that I put behind and walk ahead
and all that you place again in my head.
Laughter of those buried in the ground
that stab my heart with such ferociousness
just when I thought it wont be around
you bring forth with such viciousness.
The loss that couldn’t be rendered
scars of which I carry around
you resurface them, i surrender
and you make me feel their loss again.
I do summon you forth
to have you banished from my mind
but you stay put with no dearth
never to show you are kind.
Scripts Of My Heart 