I Remember All The Time Poem by Christopher Soto

Every look into the window of the past,
creates a ripple in the pool of emotions like a stone being cast.
Menacing ghosts like fumes arising from fire
seeping endlessly into present mind and play.

Destroying current moments are the poisons thence rejoicing
for slaying bubbles hopelessly astray.
Led from concentration better used in observational demonstration,
attention then is carried far away.

Invading my room like soldiers wielding pictures from my library's books,
from the section which I've prohibited even myself to dare a seconds look.
Flashing them before your very eyes
in turn then throwing more stones into this lake
of stored up images from moments now left behind.

Smiles are the make up on a bruise,
laughter is the inverted sound of cry,
colours emerging from subconscious thought
appear on wearing minus tear
which should be accurately portrayed,
but are not.

Close the window and stop the breeze,

your room should be carefully nurtured and always at ease.