Shattered Memory (Poem)

Shattered Memory
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Jeremy Hucklow - 2016


The memories I have made I often ponder.
I seek the answer,
that of which lays in a mine field.

A beautiful, relaxing, untouched bed
that I call 'home' whispers
into the ears of my demons
that smile leeringly on the other side.

"Will you walk through this mine field,
knowing you're going to die?" They laugh.
I know if I die, I will ascend to the sky,
into a million pieces of a shattered memory.

I walk through the field, carefully walking
over the mines. If I were to step on one, that
memory will be worth the same as if I had none.

Will I make it to the bed of ever relaxing serenity,
walking over the mines of my memories,
or will I end up nothing but a shattered memory?