They Keep Coming Back

The memories keep coming back

like crickets in the night

like the wind brushing on my skin

the thoughts kept on coming back...

My heart has no way to hide

no place to go

to retreat from every flow...

The memories just keep on coming back

they never leave

they just keep coming back...

I would just close my eyes

and hold my breath

as tears rundown

with my back on the wall

as the memories again and again

are coming back...

Day after day

Night after night

in my heart and in my head

my bitter truths

keep on coming back...

Manuelle Augustine

Manuelle Augustine’s