The treasury of thoughts deceased.

The treasury of thoughts
we’re lost in the deceased estate of mind
where a lifetime of memories catalogued
lies in ash forgotten;
in the final resting place, blackened,
of stories once told with grandeur, lie dead
where one can only now
stoke the fire.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but poems like a phoenix do sooner or later rise from the ashes...and we look at them and say..."i wrote this?" Their value never really decreases.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your comments Jacob, maybe indeed.