I look back at memories
Feel their pain strike me
Like rusted needles piercing
My heart and soul
They’re hard to remember
As in remembering them
I am reminded of what I lost
No glory or joy remains
Only a sadness unquenchable
By wine or spirit alike
Those years now feel wasted
Thrown away for nothing
I’ll move on somehow, someway, eventually
But they will continue to hurt
For sometime to come
Those dammed memories
Dammed Memories
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