Eternal

It's about deep-seated memories that are impervious to change, to the passage of time, and for better or worse become an eternal part of us.

Eternal

There’s something sitting

At the bottom of my soul

Like a rock

Like a shipwreck

Like lost treasure

How much does a memory weigh

That it should hold me

Anchored in place

When the winds of change

Push against me?

There’s something sitting

At the bottom of my soul

A locket hanging from

A golden chain

Holding the likeness of

A lovely face

I dare not behold

A face I would if I could

Try to forget

There’s something sitting

At the bottom of my soul

That never gets old

It lives in the deep where

It’s dark and cold

Where Time itself

Forgets to roam

Where in that desolate land

Sunken wrecks

Sleep stuck in sand

There’s something sitting

At the bottom of my soul

Should you dare

To reach, and

Touch

This part of mine

There, you’d find yourself

Eternal

Frozen in time

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' It lives in the deep where - it’s dark and cold - Where Time itself..

What a terrible torrent of sadness, one perhaps others could feel but, could never express so clearly. However it might hurt, your language is blood raw and vivid. The last stanza is cruelly visual, more than likely even more to the poet.

[Laz K.]

Thanks for taking the time to review my work; your words are very flattering. Thanks again.

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, even though such a sad piece. But sadness sits alongside happiness in human life.

[JR]

Very consistent imagery all the way through, and you wrote it in such a way to engage the reader in a very universal concept... we all hold that someone deep inside ourselves, and it helps to form who we are. "How much does a memory weigh..." that is tight, a memory can have many weights, and they can shift over time. Nice concise piece.

[Laz K.]

Thank you again for taking the time to review this piece; it's much appreciated!