I don't often post my free verse, but this is one with which I am especially intrigued.
Memory
I am the invisible man,
staring through the window
of your heart
and Soul,
through eyes of infinite fault
and everlasting error.
I am the look on your face --
on theirs --
shifting shadows in the
nightmare called Reality,
the image you try
and fail
to recall.
I am the whispering wind,
quietly floating through
endless pangs of Guilt,
like zephyrs on an unforgotten shore,
whose jealous seas
are ever plotting.
I am your weeping heart,
shattered by the steely pain of time
and bringing Sorrow.
For though my footsteps on the shore
are washed away by the seas of time,
the knowledge that they were there
lives on.
18-Jun-2012 03:40:39