Poem: Mind Haunt

These Memories;
Fate granted access with whips;
Exhausting breath's lips;
Sarcastic as happy pain;
A witty sane feels drained!

These Memories;
They come and depart;
They comb this path;
Loneliness footed bare;
The mysterious dreams!

These Memories;
The pleasing cry;
The taunting truth;
Cold world thus become;
The walking flight!

These Memories;
The pail of anguish;
The future yet sufficed;
These memories...
They haunt always!


By:
Beryl Ace