Memories

They reside,
Etched on eroded epitaphs,
Baiting us with beautiful lies,
Whilst stifling cries.

Those derelict playthings call out,
From closets and playgrounds,
They speak of dusty sessions and carefree scoldings,
Of small worlds and large wishes.

Stray reflections on dirty windshields,
Ridicule a conveniently erased past,
Shrouded with new fascinations and jubilations,
Lay decomposing oaths and affiliations.

A cradle sways in the dark,
As two sets of eyes gape at each other,
Nerves connect as fingers intertwine,
Soothes the clogged pathways of the mind.

Two existences separated by eternity,
Life pleads to dormancy,
Contends lost adventures and unfulfilled promises,
Longs for a break from loneliness.

The umbrella hides the cowering creature,
From contemptuous glances and ramblings,
The rain washes away the mud,
But not those haunting contemplatings.

The bed trembles at the open closet,
Skeletons neatly arranged,
Silence remains quiet in fear,
As regret is pushed to madness.

Tremors break out a sweat,
Of blood, sweat, and metal,
Souls traded for nightmares,
And war exchanged for peace.

Follies of a schizophrenic,
Challenges your reality,
All those moments that claim your definition,
May just be clamouring hallucinations.

Decrepit flesh and failing bones,
Cover a defeated amnesiac,
Crawling with falling fragments,
To escape oblivion.

They hide in every nook and corner,
They drop by unexpected,
They can bring a gift or rip you alive,
Until they fade away.