Memories or Nightmares?

Memories.

There’s only two ways to view them;

They’re either a blessing or a curse, but only time will tellI;

It’s undeniable we wish we could only remember the good ones and erase the bad

But what good would that do us but only cause more pain and hurt

No one really tells of how memories cut just as deep and open old wounds

Where the line, between the memory 

and the realisation you’ll never experience something like that again, is drawn

Then after how you start to wonder, are memories really a blessing

Or are they just a curse in disguise, that we’re too blind to see

So as one might say, memories, a sickly sweet term for nightmares

And a sense of comfort for those who seek it

                    no one ever tells you how those memories fade to dreams

and eventually what was once comforting becomes a nightmare

 to relive again and again, over and over

Everyday until the very end.