JournalOn the old dusted shelf in the back of the garage,Journal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scratched up journal sits,
Layered in thickets of dust and washed up
San Fransisco, dulled and dripping dreary guards
The secrets that are withheld,
But behold! As olden hands unstrap the latch,
And cold, musty air of the past gushes into the room.
One does not get what a young boy has written on the cover,
In large print, black ink that swirls at the tip of letters.
"NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE, WHY YOU ARE HERE, AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME",
And then with teary eyes,
The memories of past life comes to mind,
Rippling along the brain and
Patches of stirred emotion lead the way.
The book is then placed in fire,
Cracking and popping as liquid soul is melted away
And dissolved by the oxygen around it.
The fire burns itself out,
And life itself pauses for a moment,
Never again taken advantage by men of the day.