Category: Writers Block
The man's worst memories
I sit quite near the window warmly at
the fire and drinking hot tea whilst I think.
I often sit and think about the world.
and life, tonight my active mind strays to
the past and years which lies behind this moment.
it wanders back to dark regretful times,
When I was eight, at school, we all knew that
paula was funny looking, wearing ob-
viously ugly dirty silver spectacles.
and sitting in a chair. Often at times:
I find it quite amusing to chase her
around the school's courtyard, and laugh at her
The lanky tall form, that was I, with flow-
ing thin brown strands, and her the girl, quite plump,
unkempt, with golden hair. And one could al-
ways spot the lanky boy of eight chasing
the little fragile girl about, and some
time I pulled at her hair, and once when she
had told the teacher, then, I spat on her
and teasing her about the fact that she
was weak and quite the easy victim.
When I withdrew my mind out of this memory
I felt that I was guilty, I regret,
the scene and wished that I could travel back
in time to stop it all from happening.
when I was ten my classmate anne had trou-
ble speaking, I remember I enjoyed
to tease her, anne, about her problems.
When I did anne would look at me with teary little blue wide eyes
quite clearly depressed hopelessly saddened.
I spent a lot of time on chasing her
around the school's courtyard, I took all pos-
sible chances so to terrorize the girl.
to make her feel that she was worthless, useless trash.
A little older now, a little taller too,
I run behind her in my lanky form.
The rosy curls on her small head was al-
ways bouncing up and down, and waving back
and forth when she was running far away.
I felt quite happy when I hurt the kid,
excited, even proud that I did it.
extracting myself from the memory,
this time, I felt regretful, even more,
so then before, and I was feeling more
so guilty than the last recollection.
I thought of. many more other events
which came to mind and past, to leave so many burn-
ing glowing painful scars on my life and
the lovely night, which made me want to go
and change the past around and I want-
ed it so much more than before. because,
in many different ways, the guilt was mine.
And this, the life and past I chose to live
in my young youthful years, will forever
come back to haunt my very existence.