Slow Death

Some day I shall gather your memories
And throw them to the winds
Slowly, one memory at a time
I would let them escape,
UntilI have erased
My past
Completely.

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  1. Oh how I wish I could take all my memories of him and throw them to the wind... so I don't have to have them in my heart anymore... it's much too painful sometimes...

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    1. Dear Launna, this is never practical, the poem is titled slow death... Sigh!!!

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  2. Its a trap.
    Even the thought. We're actually unbounded, free, unrestricted.
    We created these limits.
    Even the fear of death.

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  3. There is a felt sadness in this one...a wish to be free of heartache. I think many can identify with your poem.

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  4. Yes, one memory at a time ... letting go is a slow process. Beautiful thoughts, Rajesh :)

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  5. I love memories, especially from someone I loved... would never let them escape... lovely write up :)

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  6. Easier said than done, no? :)

    Well written.

    My first time here, definitely not my last time for sure.

    Updated mine. Do drop by.

    Cheers
    CRD

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