Life Itself

A brown tattered album Frayed by hands of the past Yellowed termite eaten pages Memories burned and aghast Old frayed thoughts Touching faces captured in pose Looking and feeling An era of long ago A smile etched on paper A tear cried and captured Wine, salt and emotions Left to enrapture Last threads that tie Today with yesterday Pictures in history Imprinted again in memory

Shut the window what you see is not today. Those dreams, those sounds, belong to yesterdays. Draw the curtain, conceal your fear, obstruct your thoughts, pretend not to hear. That kiss, that smell that cushioned embrace, block those eyes constrict the space. Kill your senses, dont let them feel. Murder the desire, let wounds heal. Ease your past, soothe your grief, sense the closure, bow and leave.

You are my secret, dark, twisted and leashed. You are my horror kept inside, unseen. I shooed my thoughts, burnt the malady. I deafened my senses blinded my dreams. Then The radio-silence The tortured screams The clandestine pain The aghast belief. Erased? Maybe, will never be.