The pain,

the sorrows,

the  noises,

are all consuming me. 

Every where I look, there is something that reminds me of that experience and my existence.

I have a desire to completely push that memory from my mind forever. 

But with desire comes discipline, 

and dedication, 

which are two things I don't exceed in. 

the memory is like a flame, 

that shines bright in my brain.

one that can't be detached from my being,

but some day I hope to destroy it completely