My Memory and I Took A Walk

The pills lie in the back of my throat

Most went down but not all

The few bits that remained remind me of what I've done

How I've been left in this place to fall

My mind is racing with memories

Of yesterday

Last week

Last fall

They are storming back 

Telling me that I can't succeed

Telling me stories of how I have failed

And I will never get what I need

The pills are a reminder that I am in pain

That I need them to free my mind

They remind me that I've left myself in a place

That is isolated, no on else can find

My past met me on Thursday

It said hey

We need to talk

And I agreed, stupidly

And my memory and I took a walk

We traveled back to a year ago

I met some people I'd learned to leave

And each one said in there own unique way

What they needed from me

I don't know why God sent them

To tell me "this is the past"?

For to me it was nothing but a blow to my head

Conducted in one short blast

I'm not sure if my walk with my memory 

Is over or taking a pause

Maybe my memory knows that I need a short break

So that it fulfills its cause 

I've seen people who have learned to adapt

And people who cannot let go

I've seen the ones who have found a way to be happy

And others so sad you would think they were on death row

Two are convinced that there is no one left:

One convinced the world is hell

The other convinced that people have turned against them

And those people are otherwise swell

Both are wrong, however

They are trapped in their unhappy minds

Trapped in a world they have created themselves

And have been left in, to their own confines

I realize that there is more to see

I am not done with this walk

My memory and I must still visit the past

So I can erase it away like chalk

So to top off my walk with my memories

I've been greeted by pain in my head

Something that demands me to take the pill

That keep my aching for sleep in my bed