Memory
Cease being my memory,
you deserve not the pain of
this thankless ordeal;
on the blurry lengthening scroll
of my mind
you sweat to splash the frozen
ink
trapped in the rusty pen
of my fleeing yesteryears.
Flung into the present
a maze cocoons me,
beneath your urging voice
myriad trails do i see,
a flash of recognition for a
triumphant moment
then a hollow and dark
aftermath,
from my vacant head
slowly you ebb away,
from my unmoving lips
a whisper follows you-
Will i ever wake up?
Copyright © Mapulemla C Imsong | Year Posted 2010
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