To Forget Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A cognizance,
Forged with regret
Is like a blizzard,
With tears for snow

The reluctance,
To forget, rather than remember
Smelt like the steam of burning ember,
In the ante-median's demise in the chilling November

The noon-time shine,
Shrouded by the drizzle,
Resembles a child soused in stale wine,
With a grimace after surfacing time

The obsolete meanings,
In abused words such as, 'I am forever enamored to you.'
Give such bitterness, in the petals of a withering tulip
That scour across the fissures of two, tangling lips

Does it vex you?
Sent with fear in an epistle that it startles you,
Like a sleeping infant as the clouds shatter in a thunderous hullabaloo
Crying, wailing like a siren, the infant coos.

So a cognizance, a memory
Of which the past buries shall remain underneath the ground
Because in the fertility of oppression,
Memories are consigned to oblivion.