I Remember Death

I Remember Death

A Poem by crazer
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dark past poem

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I Remember

They make no sense; my memories 
They flicker like a candle flame.
Mere phantom childhood fantasies?
Or should they bear another name?

Confusing and yet comforting,
They make me who I am.
Collecting time; a foolish thing
My past an earthen dam? 

Pecking like blinded chick
The wall of dirt begins to slide
A time bomb's warning tick
now pounding deep inside.

 I can not stop it's just too late 
ancient wheels begin to turn 
the creaking of a rusty gate;
the lid twisting from an urn.

Misty threshold calling 
I leap through the open maw
yesterday appalling,
Or delight at what I saw.

Laying face up toward the sky
A baby wrapped in red 
Now I wish my past a lie
My birthday is for the dead. 

Nameless faces come to claim me
From slimy ruddy muck,
Death child is what they name
but aloud they just say luck. 

© 2013 crazer


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"Collecting time; a foolish thing..." We do this, torture ourselves with our memories. This is a darkly vivid write, and thought-provoking. Great rhyme and flow to the piece - well done!

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Added on May 28, 2013
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crazer
crazer

rocky mount, NC



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