Memories Beyond the Door

Fly away from the memories The ghosts of past trailed, never stop to chase A journey finally brings me back Back to the same door that I used to open The breezes that I never forgotten The odor of the hall that never change I stood at the edge of my gate's sanity, the lips of an old trip Be ready for the first gusts of my treasures' pasts Vacant room is just like what I've thought No passer, no shadow, only me in this big hollow I reached the dusty quilt, cover up my self This is my comfort zone, while I sit among a loss Tears of yearn never melt, I assume it has dried Maybe it goes to some other places Where nobody or nothing could even see or realized Missing out this place, I think this is too much The reflection of my bitter sweet memories reeled out Playing the same scene at the same place where I stood Where I can see those people who once ever filled this empty room Those people who now fill the empty space of heaven's room April 29, 2013 7th place Memories Beyond The Door Free Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France