Poem Four

Friends of the future,
Ghosts of the past.
They all come together,
Only these memories last.

Things are a haze,
My brain is so cluttered.
I struggle to hear it,
But the words are muttered.

What I hear is bad,
It isn't quite all there.
But latly I havn't given a flip,
Havn't begun to care.

I have lost my self,
In games, and in sleep.
But I can't forget,
Only these memories I keep.

The feeling you once gave,
That is what I want to forget.
Nothing else to remember,
So I dwell on it.

Again I repeat,
I know that I suck.
My prose is boring,
But in my brain it's stuck.