A poem, untitled, unfinished.

Those are the memories that haunt my thoughts.
The shadowed trees
Lost kisses
Arguments in the quiet of my caves.

I chose to silence them.
So they would cease to play out
in every poem,
every story.

Every word to paper
is reliving.
the fortunes of my lost soul.

1 comment:

NPR Junky said...

OOH, I like it. Well done, FP!