The Young One

 

 

 

A memory has come to haunt me

from the thick of oblivion.

 

Some pointless

and transient love

I should never have sought

but did in vain.

 

Now that face in my head

stares blankly back at me,

and of all the intensity I once felt

the only thing that remains

is the grand hollowness

from which that memory resides.

 

And when that visiting memory

thinks of me

it shall see me adrift

on a train

along a landscape to anywhere

with wine in hand

and long blank stares at the countryside,

 

trapped madly within my own rampant thought.

Reviews

["L" alone]

Haunting,,,,,Mr. Moon.

"Some pointless

and transient love

I should never have sought

but did in vain."

I wonder if love is ever sought in vain, or if we grow from each experience; maybe only to become more aware at our insignificance.....you always make me think.