Memories Curl Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Memories curl around the edges with age, yellowing
themselves with the passing years, incontinently
filling them with tears.

Guilt-ridden, down lanes of timeless, forgotten
images, protruding lances cutting the mind, while
solemnly pushing beneath the crib of innocence.

Life-sustaining myths perpetrated from fantasies,
standing always unforgiven, touching life with stolen
kisses, sealed tight in dresses of past love, hurting
quietly beneath it all inside.