Tuesday, September 17, 2019


In the wake of the rage and pain
I still stand here with the pieces
drowning in my shame,

wondering if it all ever happened,

the sounds of what was said
have long since passed
leaving nothing left
but the deafening harmonies of memory,

Alone now inside those old thoughts
swallowed by the silence,
the echoes of my rage does not fade
existing now as the ringing in my ears
leaving me inside memory to replay all of my regret,

I hate how it all happened,
nothing you did deserved this.

I carry this hurt in the wake of how it happened
and finally feel like I deserve this,
it all leaves its painful parts, forever etched,
staying always
tender to the touch,
leaving nothing more
but the empty sounds of memory.
-Armando Torres