This
cluttered soul
There’s a quiet loss in me
That I can’t explain
I try to run from it
But it finds me again
Inside I’m running like a child
In an open green field
On a bright summers day
Looking to the sun
To wash it all away
But it floats back up top
At unexpected times
Clouding my vision
and polluting my mind.
It’s the memories that haunt me
The pain of days gone by
Forgotten people
Forgotten places
Forgotten
times
It’s a waste to ask why
Hope and faith it’s all that I have
Believing one day
I’ll get it all back.
Jimmy Gammalo
