Restless Memories

Old forgotten love dies hard.

Ghostly silhouettes,

of your breathtaking beauty,

whispering to me

within my exhausted slumber,

tossing me into a ricocheting storm

of blankets and wonder,

Surrounding me with the foggy world

of our ancient lost romance,

stumbling along miles of torched

dilapidated bridges,

groaning with the unbearable weight

of the agonizing pain

of forgotten promises,

draping like overgrown moss above the void

of an empty future,

staring up at me

with your enigmatic eyes,

Dizzied by whirlwinds of haunted emotions,

at the remembrance of your lips on mine,

Lightning bolt glances

of unblosomed love,

trampled by unmitigating circumstances,

masquerading as stampeding horses

through a valley of dead dreams,

With the early morning light,

my restless roaming fades

leading me away from you

leaving a trail of regret and tears,

Knowing, with closed eyes,

in my dark nights,

I again, will be summoned to search,

for the calm peace

of goodbye.

Reviews

[Beth Joy Syiem]

Beautiful poem. Memories are truly restless when they continue to haunt us. I love these lines
"stumbling along miles of torched
dilapidated bridges,
groaning with the unbearable weight
of the agonizing pain"
Keep writing. Stay blessed