Friday, November 21, 2008

Live not in the past (a healing phase)

fingers combing through realities,
past and present,
searching through words,
said,
and unsaid,
realizing that there was nothing there but air,
silence,
nothing said! 
nothing felt! 

A voice echoes in the distance,
it said, "wait",
and wait I do,
as the voice grows distant,
my feet shuffle towards the future,
it was just the ghost of childhood memories past.

silly woman! that girl is dead,
and you're a shell,
a cold, empty shell,
of memories past,
things felt,
yet nothing remembered.