past-life

in the all-too familiar fog; memory,

that swirls and manifests in my mind

I always find myself straying,

lingering back

when the mist lifts and the past materializes

I shiver from what was committed to brain cells.

the only living are rushes and the spiders

that dart from their spiny stems

growing tall, untamed, choking

out of the murky and stagnant water.

walking through this swampy history

up to my knees in the putrid liquid

masochistic I seem, loving the haunt

of faces that look up from the shallow depths

their glassy eyes and swirling hair

witnessing the eerie preservation of my life

they are those that I obsessed over

loved, cried, mourned for

beautiful words from curling lips 

that I once had longed to kiss

occasionally I reach down and touch

decaying white skin

that falls apart like petals from a rose.

leave the past behind

let it rot where it was lost

and enter a new land

where mistakes do not lurk sinisterly 

beneath the surface

where the future awaits blankly

like the snow capped mountains

unwritten and just out of reach

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[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

I loved this! The last paragraph is just awesome! Wonderful immagery all throughout!