In the mind
By Fiona Cummings
Empty parcels of forgotten
birthdays
Longing memories are just a haze
Distant voices echo
Live for today not sure about tomorrow
A dark cloud hangs over my head
An empty space lays in my bed
Air stands still
Sunshine leaves a chill
Absence spills it’s blood
All burnt like a stick of wood
Removing all which was good
Stolen from the starving a dish of food
No growth in the garden
Not an apology or a pardon
Laughing behind my back
Sealed in no view not even a crack
Scraping sounds across the floorboards
No fortune left nothing I can afford
Shivers of shadows
Horns replace haloes
Broken glass from the past
Still splinter from the blast
Laying miles of ghostly train tracks
Images they have seen
From beggars to the queen
Who travels in those carriages now
If they can see us I don’t know how
Acid rain falls on my brow
Scarring painfully through my skin
Tearing savagely deep
within
How I can never forgive or forget
How much I try not to regret
If only my mind could forget
Like a cancer just one more cigarette
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