Bittersweet Memories

Sometimes this Life just becomes too much- I wish that I wasn’t even born,

I often get to the point- That I feel I can’t go on.

I just want to end the suffering- But I know I could never do that,

But suicidal thoughts run through my head- I argue with myself to move back.

Back to the point when I could bare this burden and my Life wasn’t a curse,

I try to remember how things used to be but it only intensifies this hurt.

It’s like adding gas to flames of a fire- That was already burning bright,

Turning on the switch to a lamp inside that is a spot light on my Life.

I thought the pain had ended- Or I at least had it under control,

But I was wrong like all times before- It seems I have sold my soul.

Sentenced myself to a life of pain- And stuck with left-overs of what used to be,

Just the memories of a Life once lived- That’s all I have left inside of me.

The happiness, the smiles- The joy and the laughter,

That’s how it once was- But now my Life is a disaster.

Memories of the past fill my head- And tears begin to form behind my eyes,

But I refuse to let them make that journey- I refuse to let myself cry.

The memories of a Life that was left behind- They seem to only be a tease,

Now I’m stuck with pain and hurt- And left with bittersweet memories.











Michael C. Lucas

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Jessica Conley's picture

i know where you're coming from.

i also like the fact that in the beginning of the poem, it didn't really rhyme, and then in the end it did. i dont know if you meant to do that, but it kind of left me in the end with a strange feeling of bittersweetness.

which is good because that's obviously what you were trying to get across.

good job.

Jay McWilliams's picture

This, as always was an excellent poem!!! I always enjoy everything I read at this page. This poem just took my breath away...I love ur style.Brilliantly written...always a pleasure. From Poet 2 Poet...peace and blessings. One.

dolphin's picture

So much pain in this poem...I know what that's like! The thoughts in your poetry echo my own of just a short short while ago...it does get better! I know that probably doens't mean anything to you right now...words aren't very useful sometimes.