Down the halls of memory
Feet tripping on words
Words past spoken
People past known
Places past gone
In the deepest recesses of memory
Some things better left forgotten
Some better remembered
Joy, anger and
Some play as a cinematic showcase
Some come in frightening flashes
Sitting on grandma’s knee
Seeing a friend in a pool of blood
Some things better remembered
Some better left forgotten
All in the deepest recesses of memory
Opportunities passed by
Risks taken regardless
Both upsetting and exciting
Looking back, like through the
Windows of a home by a child on a dark street
Can’t stand to see anymore
Make it stop please
Running to the end of the hall
Doors slammin closed as passed
The darkness tries to catch
And encase, strangling
Back against wood breathing heavily
Close the door.
3 thoughts on “Recesses of Memory – by Liberty”
This is quite good. Are all your children poets?
Thank you! Isn't everyone a poet at some time in their lives?
Everyone wants to be, I'm not sure everyone succeeds.'