Here in the Museum
of Mistakes
I wander among
the many exhibits
amazed
gasp
at how stupid
people can be
look through
protective glass
at the ghost
of a love
my own face
reflected back at me.
Such finely crafted
heartbreak.
Perfect little memories
glint cruelly against the lights
displayed against
the stark contrast of black velvet.
I remember these
didn’t realise
how valuable
they were
then
priceless
now.
I turn away
& cry
having seen too much
here
in my Museum
of Mistakes
the Past
comes back
to haunt me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your abilility to take a notion and then run with it and extend it even further is just great fun. this is so brilliant and so well done. The idea and the concept and conciet of it are just so...neat as well as being so sweetly sad. love Dee Dee