Memory Speaks

Echoes from the past Thunder from the tongue less cavern of the earth To rouse my anesthetized sail from slumber, Sutured wounds crack open, oozing fresh flood As the pain of yesterday visit suddenly -drawing rivulets from sunken eyes. Blind eyes see shattered dreams in a shroud Encircled by living dreams. The bullet pierces my heart again and again On its journey to vex my grieved soul. My ravaged heart leaks out multitudinous emotions Into a putrid flood. He wanted to live and earn a living, He wanted to earn a living and live; But death riding on the shoulders of brigand said No! Daily this bitter demise of blood Lives on in my mind