To ForgetIt's been sitting in the dark too long -More Like This
Among the dust, the abandoned toys,
and decaying boxes of forgotten dreams.
What do the rotting eyes see
in the gloom cast by a too-high window?
The spider-leg shadows of tree-branches,
the shattered-glass pattern in the dust,
a shadow scratching the window pane in the depths of night.
A montage of childhood horrors,
a memory lurking deep inside hollow pupils,
In solitary dreaming there is beauty.
And, who knows what beauty lies behind lifeless eyes?
A red rose in a crypt of frost,
the cruel grace of a prowling cat,