shimon weinroth

Foreget It, Ever Was - Poem by shimon weinroth

it's those moments, vacant
that I remember,
it's those times lost
that I regret

there are days of joy
days of sorrow, sunny or foggy
of thre same complex,
night of haunting,

sighs of tears and so many whys

I try to keep busy,
work is so therapeutic
drives away memories

it's the in between times
so difficult, creep up and loom
hides from tongues,
tied up inside

still time surface
eyes of memory stare back
mouths laugh and scream,
shattered shards and stormy dust

pungent tangy memories
crawl up the nostrils,
sting and irk
tendrils of nagging time
envelope and choke
soft tender antennae of illusions,

oh to get myself beyond
that haunting night

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 9, 2008

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