Tread Softly, Cause you tread on my dreams!
-YeatsI was passing by the town in rage,
where my innocent youth had gathered age.
And there I saw a broken hut,
the place where I met her first.The door held a broken nameplate,
What once held both our names,
Had her half missing on the slate,
Memories- Fallen, broken, forgotten.As I opened the wooden door,
Innocent memories escaped with the creak,
The old, diseased memories just glanced at me,
And again went back to being, unrecognizing me.I walked up to the one awake,
Her eyes open, she glanced at me,
I knew those eyes, my mother's tide,
She saw me smile and cry within,
She closed her eyes and quietly died.I walked to what was a kitchen once,
My wife's memory lay waiting sick,
Shivering in cold, burning in fever,
With trembling hands, she reached for mine.
And with a quiet wail, she quit her life.I walked to the small broken wooden bed,
There she lay, my daughter's smile,
She rose gently, hugged and pitied me,
And with a sigh, she laughed, one final time.I walked to the tired window,
The glass pane where we drew our dreams,
On rainy days & cold nights,
All cracked like flowing tears,
The once beautiful view outside,
With my rage, I had wiped all clean.I am left alone in the house,
All memories now perished and died,
In rage, I had left behind,
My solitary chance at life.I dug my weathered garden all night,
Where my little dog was buried,
One by one, I carry each memory,
Soul quietly wailing, I bury them deep.Now I stand to face the ugly mirror,
Trying to cry, trying to hide,
Not one memory to mourn for me,
I now fall alone and my existence died.I shall never Rest in Peace!
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