Dust

A dark and dusty room
holds the past and present
a room filled with terrors
the sound of screaming
the taste of tears
the feeling of a cruel hand
across a young girls cheek
the memory's are vivid
As if it were yesterday
The tangled webs of time and fate
have brought me here today,
to this broken home
where bad memories pile up, inches thick
like the dust
that coats the floor
the footprints I leave behind me
are memories
suppressed images and feelings
that build up inside me
upon the sight
of a tattered book,
lying open on the floor
my favorite as a child
the pages once contained an escape
now they contain hope
I leave more broken
than I ever have been
yet somehow more whole
because of the dust 
that sticks to my shoes,
yesterday's memories
long ago discarded
until today

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!
this is amazing.....stunning.....
masterfully crafted......
past memories fueling today for a hopeful future.......
beautiful!!!
i loved it!!!
:)