The
sudden clap of thunder shakes me,
rattles
me loose from the reverie of memory,
snaps
me into the here and now,
and
the reality that surrounds me.
Bottled
up memories pour from the glass,
a
tidal wave of recognition of what is no more,
flowing
freely through a tangled mind,
flooding
the depths of time that has past.
Rain
bounces on the concrete covered path,
brick
by sodden brick another thought decays,
crumbling
into the dust of yesterday,
building
on the thoughts of what we had.
Clouds
move across the sky in darkness,
threatening
to explode with every movement,
reflection
of the pressure built inside,
mirroring
the soul that's full of sadness.
Flooded
rivers run their ragged course,
driftwood
just like memories washed away,
once
solid banks are ripped to ragged pieces,
my
story seeps slowly through open pores.
Staring
at the scene,
the
violence of the vista subsides,
memories
cloaked in darkness disappear,
sunlight
breaks upon the day.
©
Fergus Martin
June
2014
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