One a Memory, Not Always a Memory

Once a Memory, Not Always a Memory

By:Hailee Baez

Laying in the massive bed.

The slippery sheets are her comfort.

The voices in her ears,

Follow her as she attempts to turn over.

Why does she always get so lost?

Her clammy skin does not feel,

The dreams that are gone.

The silkiness no longer covers the pain.

Her fragile bones don’t shield,

The icy gap in her mind.

The hollow darkness is still there.

And the memories fade away.

Why does she always get so lost?

This fortress of her body,

Doesn’t protect these distant memories,

That now linger is the drab abyss.

The voices now whisper in her ear,

Wanting to get inside the ice.

 Her thick skin is no longer a barrier,

To the dull memories.

Why does she always get so lost?

The voices soon begin to die out,

And mumble is,

All she hears.

Her pale face lays.

On the fluffy pillow of tears.

The voices are gone now,

And her once gold soul is,

Now transparent.