Old Memories

not all memories are as sweet as honey
you think about those that broke your heart into very
tiny sharp pieces
those that hurt the legs of the innocent
those that shatter the lives of other people
you want to forget all these
but they all come again
as unwanted guests
eating your food, your house they burn
your name reduced to ashes
and then when all of these are done
they go out
laughing and drunk with justice.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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