Memories, memories, memories
Knocking at my door.
They scream and kick,
and fight and scratch,
and push and shove,
to make a crack
against the walls
within my brain.
I try to hide the
pain inside with
cosmic laughs
and bitter sighs.
Though the cosmic
laugh is all on
me for the battle
of these memories
revolves around the
fact that we are
truly
empty.
And I wonder-
Do I regret, regret, regret
all my human actions
that have led to this?
This purgatory?
I'm left in stasis
still waiting on a
promise and agreement.
Could I regret, regret, regret
all my human actions
if I had just
said
NO?
Now I'm left with
emotional echoes
that take the form
of these angry memories
who attack so relentlessly
for sacrificing them
so easily.
Here I remain-
emptily cursing ambition.
And I can try
to curse all I want
but at the end of
the day I have
no one to blame
but myself.
And all these
Memories. MEMORIES. MEMORIES.
that rattle about my brain
are ghosts in my
closet like the ghostly
wind that blows through
the cob-webbed cavity
in
my
chest.