Catacombs of my soul
Something waits with waning patience
-To be remembered-
-Acknowledged - Spoken!
I grapple for the way
To unlock the gates.
Memory throws itself
Against the walls
Trying to break through
To be remembered -
I fumble -
Until I'm distracted by
the mundane.
The memories collapse.
(forgotten again.)
Ridden down, tossed aside
And I don't even know
if it was important.
Judi
