Treasure Island

Douglas McClarty

(Northern Ireland)

Bad Memories


Yesterday's pain can hunt us still
Bitter memories, lurking deep
Waiting to disturb sweet dreams
While you struggle to sleep

The darkness deepens the pain
Awaking, laying bare all before
Yesterday's secrets, bad news
Replayed again, black is the night

Thoughts under lock and key
In the deepest recesses of the mind
Why is it unlocked, can't see why
Am I not the owner of this key.

Sometimes takes two minds
to close and lock these doors
Those bitter, sad moments
can be put so safely away
Just to awaken share all
With someone you cherish
Someone you trust, a true
friend.

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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