Posted in Being True, Poems - A Collection of Expressions

Forgotten Memories

Held deep inside myself

Are the memories of a time long gone.

Only, I was told,

That it had never existed;

That all my memories were phantasms,

Created of a phantasmic creature.

What I believed in, what I loved,

Had always been a lie,

That I would never see it again,

No matter how I fought that death knell.

I am haunted now, living yet another lie.

And Heathcliff’s ghost holds no comfort for me.

Would that I could forget,

All that I still remember.

Would that hearts were like brains,

Feeling nothing; Hannibal’s plaything.

Keeping up pretences, is a chore

I’d never expected to perform off-stage;

Watching ‘Birdman’ living a double life

I wonder, Am I equally insane?

Did I reach too far? Want too much?

I tried to hold the embodiment of water

And now it does not know, that it has carried away

My bitter tears, leaving me hollow.

The bottom has fallen out

Of the bag I am still trying to fill,

With all that I have left that is still

Safely me,

Hoping I am still enough

To be all that I am;

Even with that place inside that refuses to heal over

In protest. Still feeling, as it is,

The pain of still-remembered, forgotten memories,

Who’s ghosts echo in the dark corners of my wounded mind.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

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