Will I one day
forget this?
Will it fade
into my mind mist?
Should I write down the feelings,
just to prove they once existed,
or take a photo
in case my eyes miss it.
Will my memory wipe
like an old videotape,
recorded over countless times,
So, all that remains,
a stuttery collection of images,
faded into static haze.
In amongst the fuzz
I still see shaded images
of a life I must have loved,
but they soon drift away,
into a fine spray of dust
Once the shades drop it’s all gone,
like a dream, the way it slips
into the ethereal stream. No more songs.
No more images to grip tight,
knuckles white, as I hold on for dear life.
Don't let me forget.
I would rather keep that face in my mind,
than to ever feel the tinge of sadness,
the tear that falls without warning,
but to not know why. I'd rather hold onto regret
than to let those thoughts slip through my net.
It gets hard when
memories rain away
and you are left clawing through the residue,
trying to sift out a piece of truth.
The debris of a life of yesterdays,
A life you once knew, now just shapes
that flew in on those winds that blew.
Their appearance once familiar,
now just hidden by the drapes.
As the shades drop over my eyes,
the features never get clearer to view.
Just fade and leave you
like a long-forgotten flower bloom.
or a glance you once took
at the shining silver moon.
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