A POEM UNALTERED FROM 03/14/2013:
Perhaps memories fade away
Perhaps they don’t
Perhaps they linger inside the crevice of your eyes
Beating to the cries of silence
It always seems to stay with you
A shadow waiting to be known
Perhaps they’re not real but have become twisted
And mangled in your dreams
The fine red line crosses boundaries undrawn
It lays down curled on the bottom of tiles
The droplets of water down upon the cracked porcelain drawn face
Smears of colors slowly dissolve down the drain
Revealing its true nature
But what is it?
