What is this feeling

Deep inside

That makes me get all teary eyed?

When I m alone

At last all

The memories of a

Long forgotten past

Swell and bulge

Against their chains

And, screaming,

Vie for attention in my brain.

Why does the silence

Give birth

To memories

That sting and hurt?

How do I lock

Them far away

In my heart,

Hidden from the light of day?

How do I bind them

With chains stronger then steal,

So that they never again

Can feel so real?

It's these memories,

Silence born,

That makes my heart feel

Bruised and torn.