I began to write
This time with such delight.
its almost frighting,
as dark memories come to light in my mind.
The glow of the sun fades, its nearly night.
Smoke and drink, i sit and get ready to sink.
To my pen and paper, ive been linked.
Now its time to stop running and think.
These memories, from my mind to paper
i remember so i may forget.
To forget would be to break these binds.
I thought they were assigned by my life.
But as i strived to write the darkest of memories,
all that came to mind were long forgotten blessings.