Burnt memories

I had to empty my wardrobe, every nook and crannies 
The other day, clearing it all out, the other day 

I had to go down on my painful knees 
To open boxes with dust and cobwebs hold 

I had to empty it all out, all my worth and riches 
Not leaving any behind for nostalgia and its cronies 

Outside I stood over a metal drum in the darkness of the night
Filled with papers and pictures from past memories archived 

A few I picked and lamented over for a while, memories 
Occasions past flashed, drew projected pictures on me 

Sending me to that time again, that moment again 
With all the characters and their roles played 

Then a sudden sharp pain pierced my heart 
To let go, I dropped that memory the weight so heavy 

Into the metal drum filled with my treasures of time 
Awaiting spark to burn to ashes, I will watch it burn 

Obsolete memories no longer wanted, tainted 
No longer required to be remembered, with lost value 

For each with the pain it brings as constant 
I believe I am more angered by the time 

The wasted time and the treasures to be thrown away 
The hardest part of it all, that refuses to go away 

Even after being packed in the metal drum, set alight 
And burnt to ashes, it stays, it stays and stays 

A scent, an act, a resemblance, a flash back 
A word, a laughter, a song, a date in time 

These burnt memories seem never to go away 
They stay, the harshest of it all, they stay