Remains

Humans depict melancholy in their stoicism

Photographs fading slowly in a sepulcher 

drafted into exposure which serves only to solidify 

Flesh that has eroded yet ripe under dust

Do I provoke intimacy under my chemical skin

Staring out unbeknownst 

Does part of me still stir within the picture

I think not, I think I have lost

the relevance only sought after due to loss

cathartic to inhale the distant memories

No physical remains, charred bones and visions

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you know what i think, Wraith?

at least sometimes...

my poems contain my emotions...but i no longer feel them first...it is like they bypass me...and go straight to the poems.

they are the photographs of my life...and the only way to understand or remember what and how i felt once...is to reread them.
they are what "remains"!

[Wraith.]

I feel the same. I channel most emotions into poetry. It is the most intense documentation of my emotions.