Hidden from sight, locked into darkness
the key retained but..
for safe keeping sequestered.
Memories stored within my mental casket,
denied the light of perspicuous day.
Like drapes of plushest velvet,
each memory filled crease
cascading with a forgotten reminiscence
to lie, now abandoned,
consigned, to the depth of
forgotten recollection.
Gathering dust in the basement of my
dank repository.
Walk away,
No backward glance,
Nothing to stir sleeping thoughts
and forgotten nightmares,
save maybe.. for a sprig of rosemary...
For remembrance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem