The voices which have no noises,
That just spread through your mind like a wild fire,
Distorting your broken mind and allowing you to cry.
A little poem to voice the forgotten voices,
The forgotten memories of happiness and love,
Which lie dormant till they rise above,
Too weak to fight the demons inside,
The memories which can be alight,
If given the chance of flight.
So to the distorted memories,
Broken thoughts and large wild fires,
Let the forgotten voices be heard,
To remind the young mind,
That a memory is the past,
and a new present is on its way very soon.
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