The Battle Ground Of My Memorys Poem by Marie ...

the ghost of my memory
lies withern and torn
memorys can die
yet memorys are born
dying day not for the weak
some go, some stay but memorys seap
the good and the bad
the happy and sad
they all end together
and will haunt us forever

the ghost of my memory
is walking beside me
yet people can't see
the lightest touch of the ghostly skin
makes my nightmares grin
to live or to die
hello or goodbye
life for the strong
death for the weak
memorys remain
when love starts to seap
in the battleground of the memorys