Memories That Haunt Me

A cycle of poems «When Your Love Turns to Ashes»

Rain on the window, mirrors in my mind
Reflecting faces I thought I left behind
Dust motes dancing in the fading light
Each one a memory, sharp and burning bright

Haunting me, oh, memories that haunt me
Whispering echoes of what used to be
A carousel of laughter, a ghost of a touch
Is it too much to ask for peace, is it too much?

Old photographs, faded and worn thin
Smiling faces, where do I even begin?
To unravel the threads of choices I made
To outrun the shadows that persistently invade

Haunting me, oh, memories that haunt me
Whispering echoes of what used to be
A carousel of laughter, a ghost of a touch
Is it too much to ask for peace, is it too much?

I try to bury them, deep down in the ground
But they sprout like weeds, where solace can't be found
The seeds of regret, sown in fertile ground
Forever blossoming, without a single sound

Haunting me, oh, memories that haunt me
Whispering echoes of what used to be
A carousel of laughter, a ghost of a touch
Is it too much to ask for peace, is it too much?

Maybe someday, the haunting will subside
Maybe someday, I can finally confide
That even in the darkness, a new dawn will break
And these memories will fade, for goodness sake.
These memories will fade...
And I can finally wake.