The Memory of Day

The Memory of Day

 

Every free spirit travels through repetitive habits searching for an unknown destiny

Mysterious gifts dwell in the nature of every golden childhood

And the residing spiritual warfare among a decaying society

Can transform into either a humbling experience or a recurring nightmare

Boredom knocking against the walls of a youthful mind

Will inspire attention seeking games of question

But glimpses of lost truth weave in the humbled one’s hope for life anew

Spiraled lies of insistence and desperation cling to each accuser’s words

While the cries of denial and justification clash into ear ringing contradictions

Pride in reputations is the backbone of the gavel

The future of a life strattles upon the words voiced

Desires seek to discover a place in the present despite the cost

And the guilt produced from sinful passion spun history in motion

Every action committed and each word spoken abandon an impact of great importance

Life’s highway for one can disappear in a blink.

One can only hope the accomplished ability was a shaft of light

For those still searching through dark confusion

The summer triangle to the cold spell of winter only lasts a moment

Fanged icicles, a squirt of sunlight, and a plop of rain

Separate our thoughts and infused emotion with peace

Glimpses of gold dust fall, reminding us that beauty will fade

All that’s left to remember is the mistakes, failures, and victory

That reside in the memory of day

 

Author's Note

This is what written in response to The Crucible.

Reviews

[nakerjay]

Wow... I don't do many reviews so I really don't know what to say other than... seriously great poem...

[Perry]

:) yep and not another word needs said.