Hidden In the Recycle Bin

Hidden in the recycle bin, I found your resentment towards yourself- To desire my love is no more, fine? For your failure, you blame yourself, And forgetfully, you forgive me mine? We travelled together far in time To the future, past and back in the now Our stories, written together, yet so different- Have you never wondered how? When I said deadness, you heard boredom I’m but a story-teller, lacking in wisdom! Believing what was imagined, I forgot what I once believed- That poetry was only an escape That, to you belongs my soul-scape! My present wasn’t a vain gesture It was a submission of my soul But life has a rough texture It sure takes its toll… Take this new surge of poetry And take my life For, the words are wont to buzz Till my sun sets…or “Alzheimer’s” sets in!