Forgotten Thoughts

Forgotten thoughts resurface like the dim light of the stars seeping from the wounds that sit on shelves in broken jars never to be mended in the tattered threads I've weaved knotted in the fabric of the falsehoods I believed to bind me in the cobalt tide that no one vessel keeps what seems are dreams for some of you are nightmares while I sleep. Proudly they parade in gaudy colors crimson laced radiating fiercly from the fears I haven't faced crashing as the seas of sorrow wash the taste of pain out of my mouth as I turn south where nothing left remains but scattered, dusty memories and used up yesterdays and scars that last from days gone past in hues of blacks and greys.