Dust Upon the Stair
DUST UPON THE STAIR
My life careers on so fast, the years and people fly by to who knows where,
times I had have been the best so I'll remember them but forget the bad.
Isn’t that the way we live our lives? Always wanting to remember the good but not the bad.
My music still sounds the same, bringing haunting memories back that I thought had been lost forever. I think of them with a chill down my spine.
They’re like dust upon the stair, undisturbed except by a solitary footprint.
Whose is it? It isn’t mine, only the ghosts know, they glide through my mind in long forgotten memories taking me to a reverie almost undreamed of in my normal state of mind.
from my new book:
"Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive - Poems for Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls": "20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems"
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