My Heart
Posted by dlbach on December 22nd, 2009 | Comments Off
My Heart
I sit here
all alone
within the sanctum
I call my soul
It is here,
among the memories,
I sit…
I watch…
I ponder on.
To the painful thoughts
I bid farewell
the nightmares
they vanish
as misty, moonlit dew.
Scars, which seem
centuries old,
blur and fade
into the seams
of the fortress strong.
Subsumed by darkness
trying to find
memories past,
thoughts fleeting through;
pleasant,
sweet,
pretty, genteel
Did they ever exist?
Have I known them at all?
Searching the boundaries
seeking the words
receiving a hollow knell.
The acropolis is strong,
not built in a day.
Year after year
enriched,
fortified
tears and fear
mix well for cement
plastered to the pain
erected to last
these walls
will not come down.
December 22, 2009
© DL Bach
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