Train 20
Its been taken,lost, buried.
Non existent
The ashes crushed and grey gather in my palms
A faded pretty picture
The sweetest ... Bitter
A wisp of memory brushes past
Caught by my the strands of coil on my head
By the touch of scalp
My heart begins to beat red,pink,orange
Living
Wide eyes
Bones of steel
But as quickly as it came
It return on its journey
Dancing in the glint of the sun
My eyes clinging on
Following into the sun and poured back into my sockets
High bury and Islignton
Left with blue and smothered in black
the road of independence awaits
Ice for muscle, sharpened bones the human bleeds
Confusion stands behind the yellow line
Wisps of memory pass once more
A wounding memory
Caresses an iron cheek
But Without refuge,it dances again to the sun
The violent heart darkens black
For what are memories in the dark
Light blown out by the sigh of the weak
The present serves the grey and strong
Colourless life
Hackney central
Dreamless sleep.
Copyright © Margaret Ajakaiye | Year Posted 2015
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