Scattered Memories Poem by Melvina Germain

Scattered memories sifting through the landscape of thy mind, taking
me back to those I left behind. Laughter rages and skims the valley
dark, a mirage of peace blankets or’e the plane, yet its sour odor
must still be claimed.

Images cast as shadows upon the wall, drifting forms slight, obese
and tall. A child’s voice snicker, a naughty spell, as an adult cautions
shhhh you must do well.

Wicked bellows of riled and torturous reign, those who hurl life’s
forbidden pain. People stripped and strewn to the ground, screaming,
Father God, do you hear our hurtful sound.

Whips of power, scars bear deep to the bone, hunger and thirst cry
out please don’t leave me alone. May I drink from the rivers of free
running water and snip apples from God’s tree or must I live the
ravage and the wrath of life’s great travesty.

Memories, scattered memories…stop the images that penetrate me
still, give me peace and grant me that of will.

End the pain, of thy weeping wounds, piercing knives, broken
edges, death to come soon. A young girl quickly passes away at the
hands of a youngster whose mind has gone astray.

Praise thee Lord for those of ruptured hearts, those whose lost feelings
left their mark. Do we blame the rigid and the torn, the weak and the
worn or has evil found a resting place, behind the mask of a handsome
face.

I pray for the innocent, I pray for the weak, help me pray dear Father
for those who evil seeks. Those who roam the streets at night, those
who pierce their veins and drench their body with black wine, those
who search and rummage through the tunnels of despair. Evil finds
them Father everywhere.

Memories, scattered memories, Death is the only conqueror…
yes shiny quarters so smooth and sleek, from the hands of dishonour,
the master of deceit. Open your legs and part those smooth voluptuous
lips, feel the tenderness of my wandering fingertips. A lesson my dear,
a life lesson just for you, this is your station in life, remember your place,
you’re just a pretty face.



Close the door, do as your told, lie stretched upon thy bed. Wrap your
hand around my throbbing head. Remember no one will believe
a word you say, mine you’ll be in every thinkable way. This is your
calling, this is your world.

Come, come little girl, another plate of food from momma across the
street. Such precious gifts from your momma, she’s so kind and sweet.
Come in little girl, today a new lesson just for you. Come and kneel
upon the floor, today you will learn so much more.

Memories, scattered memories, screaming anger ripping through my
veins, I hate the world for its absence. In my prime so full of pain, at
my hands now daggers strewn and I take the rule. Kill or be killed,
my motto lives within, and those I buried surely paid the debt. Yes
many lessons in my darkened past, and yes I lived up to the task.

Pedestal dwellers, whose absence left a bloody trail. In irony, I
live to tell what most believe a tale. Orders from the throne, cover it
up, dig it deep to the core, level after level, and cover it some more.
I stood and laughed as progress moved on, knowing my dark secrets
would never be found.

Beneath earths heated core, lay bodies of pedophiles who disappeared
many years before. Perhaps a favour was granted this world, ridding it
of the sludge and the scale. Though many are dead, others still live and
much pain they too have to give. I’m watching through the corner of
my eye, not a pedophile will get by.

Memories, scattered memories, doth thou see the truth of thy word,
or do the graves I speak of seem absurd. A decent, clean and beautiful
mind, need not fear the daggers I thrust from behind. Those whose
blood lay smudged beneath steel graders and tar, boiling waters
devoured hot flesh from afar. Sot of coke and coal dissipate and all
remains of human bone and flesh shall reach its bottom and finally
disintegrate.

Memories, scattered memories

Robbed of fantasy and child’s play, feared the rod night and day.

Written By: Melvina Germain
Date: August 3/2012