Memories
#5 of Poetry
yet again a poem from my darker half
Laid so still in rest, swarmed yet in silent torment
Fire leaps though glass, licks of pain to greet shallow sockets
The ceaseless score of visions form the gaps of a broken mind
Crystal hope shatters into sharp and jagged truth
With fingers like long dull knives it finds its way
Past every wall to pluck an image long since lost
It comes in watery dreams that are never to pass
Though finds when shades part ways, with more pain it is replaced
Constant nightmares to torment me
In painful strides of memories