They Kept Coming Back


They Kept Coming Back

The memories kept coming back
like crickets in the night
like the wind brushing in my skin
the thoughts are kept coming back…

My heart has no way to hide
no place to go
to retreat from every flow…
The memories just kept coming back
they never leave
they just keep coming back…

I would just close my eyes
and hold my breath
as tears rundown
with my back on the wall
as the memories again and again
are coming back…

Day after day
Night after night
in my heart and in my head
my bitter truths
are kept coming back…

Manuelle Augustine





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