Forgotten Fragment Of Memory

I am the unseen in the corner of the seen

I am that which you hear but cannot hear

The thing, incipient, in the corner of your mind

The way and truth of the kind

I am that which you fear but you know nothing of fear

 

Here, in this place, you are lost to me, you are dead to me

Here, now, I see only a vacant spot

A diminutive existence of what used to be, a nothing, a void

You are an empty shell dashed on your own hardened heart

That little less than a piece of falling apart 

 

You are the beginning of the falling apart.

A waste of time and space

You are disgraced among men of your kind

And in time you will be nothing more

Than a forgotten fragment of memory.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Memories can be cherished or painful, and I believe the memories written about in this poem is the kind that rips away your heart and you only they could fade away and be forgotten! Very well written!

[realmwriter]

You've nailed it on the head here. Thank you for that. This is certainly about a memory I wish I could forget. But to this day, it torments, so I write about it and it seems to help. Thank you very much and I am glad that you liked it.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[kublakhan27]

There are more than a few people I would love to have written this for...it's a full-frontal attack but it also sounds like the voice of one's own guilty conscience in the wake of bad deeds committed...'the beginning of the falling apart' is ominous and threatening...the anger is palpable and yet restrained in a deliberate and poetic address...nicely done my friend.

[realmwriter]

Thank you very much my friend, for this thoughtful and detailed review. I am very glad you liked it.

[Lyn Anderson]

This feels like a descent into depression, and could be taken as a physical thing- a break up of a relationship, or merely the restless thoughts that plague us when we feel this way.

[realmwriter]

I didn't realize it at the time I wrote it but it's actually about my ex wife. Our relationship seemed perfect on the surface until I signed my name on that dotted line and then everything fell through the roof and came crashing down. But anyway. Thank you for the review and I am glad that you liked it.

[Erana]

Memories, without them we will be nothing,
The roads we traveled the cards we received
Some are good and some are bad
In the end, the only thing we have
Is the memories
I enjoyed your writing

[realmwriter]

I am glad that you did and I thank you for your time and review.

[TheLostMind]

Memories, there is no escaping them. They never fade.
You start off quite well. Then, from the second stanza, your words sound rather bitter.
"And in time you will be nothing more
Than a forgotten fragment of memory."
I don't think so. Memories will keep coming back from the abyss where we all try to bury them. They will haunt us until the end of time.
Nevertheless, a really good write. Bitter, but good.

[realmwriter]

Until now I don't believe I knew who or what this one was about and now that I have read this review, I do. thank you for that. I guess I am a bit bitter for it and you're right of course. The memory will never go away and it will haunt me until the end of my days. But I am glad that you liked this piece and thank you again my friend.