Gone But Not Forgotten Poem by Joanne Kearsey

I cannot settle to sleep to forget the day ahead,
I long for a day where there is no pain or sorrow,
There will be a day with no sadness of this soul,
Gone and forgotten are the memories of yesterday but not tomorrow.

I lay here dreaming of things that are familiar but unrecognizable,
You saved from a life that I thought was finished,
It has taken me from everything I thought was safe,
I thought by escaping, the peace I found would go unpunished.

In this forsaken solitude you watch me bleed through my last ounces of life,
But he pulls me back to a sanctuary that is calm, but not yet at peace,
My last words are of love and claims for no harm done,
The last thing that is left to take from me is the long forgotten puzzle piece.

This shell I wear is for protection from what has been done,
The melodies I hear ring through my soul as it weeps,
I march on towards my next step calmly and controlled,
Yet I continue to stumble as the ashes of my memory blow away from its wretched heap.

I can never fully understand the world around me,
But as I take the next cautious step the floor crumbles behind me,
There is no way back and start over,
Please forgive me for the pain I have caused, but I need this chance to finally be free.

The shadows that swallowed me before are still following,
But it is far too bright inside for them to see me here,
Sometimes I do lay here wishing for darkness so the light will stop blinding me,
The dark is not the enemy, but it fights with the light that tries to reduce this decaying twisted fear.

With every eroding bone within me I am still here trying my best,
There may be disappointment and deceit within,
But these things are out of my control through no fault of their own,
Only to be fought off once yet again.