A/N: Not that good. Meh.
despite your every futile tempt of eradication, the memories will never leave you. never forget. no, you can't.
.
even when you attempt to erase
every single trace
of a bad memory
(a lurking shadow
hiding in the crevices of your footsteps)
hiding (shoving, more like) a metaphorical skeleton
in a far-too-small, far too crowded closet
they remain (pressed against the barricaded door, skeletal phalanges scraping and clawing for release)
hiding the fact of their existence changes nothing (nothing at all)
for they leave shadows, echoes of what they've been, on what they leave behind---
(even though the wounds will heal the scars will remain.)
(imprints- footprints left in the sand washed away by the tides of time, their mark has yet to remain but they linger, like ghosts refusing to depart)
(sometimes, they never leave
lingering, forever lingering, like ripples on the surface of calm waters
resonating onto the surface of memories long past
until all is still once again;
the tranquil calm before a raging storm.)
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
