Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Ghosts - *Poem*

Memories of what once was 
whispers of what could have been 
haunt me in this place. 
The walls remember what I forgot; 
keeping their secrets these silent sentinals of time mock me. 
Their energy hums against my skin. 
They sing to my heart. 
They scream to my soul. 
Bits and pieces here and there float before my minds eye. 
Flashes of a face... a snippet of conversation... a name -- 
flash into being for an instant before being snuffed out. 
Tiny flames burning against the ever changing winds of time. 
But when will even the walls forget? 
When will these memories, these dreams, these pains, fade to nothing more than dust? 
And where will we go from there? 

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