17. Shadows

Lately, I've been thinking

Cleaning out my mind space

Where skeletons of past time

Hide in the mold-like corners

Of my brain.

Wondering…

How it came to be?

Sulking_ Really?!

How did I come to be,

The way that I am today?

But a quarter; of which I used to be

What seems like merely yesterday.

However?

The image that's trapped

Within the frame

Who's looking straight at me

We're one in the same

Yet a kinda sadness

Dwells within her eyes.

About a past

That she wants to forget

But it surface ever so likely

Ripping open age old wounds

That's better left buried.

In the sand

Buried in the ashes..

Blown away in the winds of yesteryears

Never to be mentioned again!

But for some bizarre reason

The fragments sticks like clay

And hides out in the shadows

Like a cobra, ready to attack

Ready to rid me of my dismay.