The dying embers of resentment smoke and smoulder in the dissolute ashes
of a forgotten future.
As I step gingerly over the sharp shards of broken dreams
the battered remains of lost hopes still linger in the bitter wastes of despair.
longing yet clutches me to her bony frame and the acrid smoke
of anger clings in the far reaches of my soul.
Bewilderment shakes her long tangled hair
that reaches down in front of my eyes, eyes that sting
with the beginning and end of rivers of unshed tears.
Sorrow lounges languidly beside me and tomorrow yawns at me
from the empty chasm of the future and the past mocks me chillingly from the wings of past lives.
I will never forget.