Memories Forgotten by D.C Nobes

Memories Forgotten

Do  memories  lie

forgotten,  buried

deep beneath some

foreign plot of soil?

What events are left

untold, unknown, to

all but a few? They

perish fully forever

and  always,  when

those   few   souls

depart  this  realm.

Are thoughts  of friends and lovers  abandoned upon some distant field,

never to revive,  maybe  rearranged  when  recited  in some  far-off  future, as

amber fluid flows,  warming the  cold blood,  comforting the  glassy eye?  A tale

told like a grand fiction of a cruel misadventure, embellished, disembowelled

for an audience enthralled. Tales of daring, of fears, tears of love, cries of pain

passed from  mouth to ear and eye,  like a grand myth.  Instead they are all

gone,  unshared.  The past  dies,  destined to repeat.  Histories  returned to

those who long pushed them aside, their thoughts buried, their nightmares

languishing  deep  within  shackled  in  fear  and  memories,  only  to  be

unleashed unbound

when alone or drunk

in a half-dream or in

ashen dusk as sun's

light dims and life's

close is near. Look

for  darkness  then,

when memory's release

denies an end to pain,

the loss of grief. Dream’s

demons  long  buried,

exhumed  at  the  last

and can be laid to rest.

Outer bravado's bruised,

inner  peace  evades  a

search for solace in places

they once knew as young

now  weathered,  torn,

bleached by the years,

recalled as the mind’s

outer fabric, laid bare

by time. Angels fallen

will not rise, once lost

in battles won.