Memories In Dust~Skeletons Of A Misty Past

A lonely heart covered in sorrowful layers

of dust,skeletons of a misty past, dead and

buried inside a saddened soul.

 

Scarred memories, faded dreams hidden away

on a shelf of a story laid to rest each reopening

wounds of a painful love that did not last .

Sitting on the floor with her old, worn box

in hand holding fragments of cards and letters

turned yellow from age.

Everything was there, tucked carefully away

behind broken promises on tear stained paper

catching at her breath as she turned each page.

So many empty words scribbled on pages

tucked away in a box gathering dust.

 

With tears falling down her weary, wrinkled

face she sat remembering moments of long ago from

a man she once loved...

                               But could never trust

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I get sick of the porcelain masks we wear
Never letting our act slip
Leaving our faces emotionless
Leaving our hearts full of rage

Silent anger, forced smiles, real fears
Scars across wrists, bruises concealed
All will heal in time...

I've seen her in the attic
over in the corner behind the cobwebs
when the full moon in April

illuminates that niche where she stays
then she's gone....

Except...

for our broken soul
It’s incomplete and empty
Numbness destroys it
Dying inside the cold...
   Tearing us apart

       

                         Skeletons of a misty past 

                      

 

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Anne P Murray

C@2011~LadeeAnne

    

 

 

 

Author's Note

Sometimes I think we try too hard to hide our true feelings, hoping to be more acceptable to others, while on the inside we are bleeding; needing someone to hold out a hand, wishing they could understand.

Anne

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Every moment in our lives good or bad help define who we are... some stay subconscious and some serve as open reminders. Very nice work.

[BrynnaW.]

I loved the images and the poem! Very beautiful and well written! I enjoyed reading it! Good job and keep writing!

[Chris]

Hard words... good words... Heart and faded dreams... hurts' scars awaiting each reopening...

timeless actually...

A familiar theme, but I like the format, like a stuttering heart remembering the pain of the past, renewed by reviewing the remnants. Nice read.