Curled in her bed
embracing the loneliness
she was afraid to let go
her tears welled
refreshed by that old song
playing on the radio
opening old wounds
memories best kept sealed
inside a chest
full of poisoned souvenirs.
The music played on
laid bare her soul
as fetid sores escaped
and collected on her pillow.
Silence came,
what blessed comfort
as the last notes faded
into her dreams.
Darkness reigned -
until the breaking dawn
brought a new day.
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A much needed afternoon nap brought the opening line to this piece. That was what I needed to respond to the picture prompt from Magpie Tales, and just what I also needed to have a poem to link with my favorite pub – DVERSE Poets. Join the party by linking your own work or by visiting the talented writers that hang out in these groups. 
Have a wonderful day. May old songs bring you happy memories.
Exactly how I’m feeling.
I hope you are feeling better.
Thank you for coming by and reading, Jeni.
Powerful poem here. Yes, sometimes those old songs DO bring back memories and perhaps enhance the loneliness a person feels at the moment. You’re right…maybe sometime it is better if the memories remain sealed.
dang…the fetted sores gathering on her pillow…music has that power to put you right there…and pull out of you the emotions of that moment, for sure….thank goodness for new days…
ugh…the poisoned souvenirs… music def. can take us back to the nice and not so nice moments as well…
I always enjoy your work! Very good.
Thank you, Deana.
There’s a hard edge to this – memories that maybe we prefer to keep buried, but perhaps we’d be better off dealing with them, difficult though that might be.
Wow…… your writing is brilliant. Music can have so many different effects on the psyche. I have also been reduced to tears.
beautifully expressed… I think we all have songs in our memories that can re-open wounds with just a few notes.
This brought back memories of my one heartbreak from youth. I am so glad now that the right one came along as that other one was not the one…
It’s weird how we punish ourselves by listening to songs that make the pain raw. Seems silly to me now. When I hear songs from the era now – I feel relieved not to be there anymore. Great poem, Imelda!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Wonderfully worked images!
Mine’s HERE
This one really speaks to me. There are some songs that are too painful for me to listen to. Very well done.
Isn’t it amazing how music affects our mood? Nicely done!
There’s kind of a love of misery that is very artistic – and certainly present in the young soul. k.
poisoned souvenirs. the lines around my eyes are testament to the shared understanding we have.
Funny. kahit natulog ako s ahapon, di ako magawa ng ganitong poem:) Just joking. You are talented my dear.
I love this:Darkness reigned -
until the breaking dawn
brought a new day
Poignantly expressed and quite moving…
I think it is a very good poem Imelda!!! Music is like odours: they bring to you old memories and feelings so quickly!
A wonderful and beautiful poem… and I find myself and my feelings in your words! very touching..
Music is a bearer of memories and emotions ..
I can tell you the titles of many songs … all representing major life events! Nice write!!
powerful….nicely done and thanks for sharing
This is beautifully written. Music is like a soundtrack to life…certain songs are attached to some memories. I remember songs that were like a razor to my heart, fresh after a breakup…thankfully, with time, the pain of memory fades