Buried Memories

by supersteffy

A character study poem from Yami Bakura's/Thief King Bakura's perspective. All feedback is appreciated; I'm not very comfortable with writing poetry and could use all the advice I can get, especially on the form of the poem.

Buried Memories

My mind is a tomb.

Ghostly footsteps

disturb the dust that carpets the ancient halls.

A room,

hollow, but not empty;

a sarcophagus is on display,

the seal intact.

My fingers caress the face,

the features blurred from past hesitations.

So familiar; so foreign.

(Half forgotten.)

Today the tomb robber takes back what they stole

and locked away long ago.