Will the pain ever fall beneath the threshold
Will I ever see over the crumbling wall
Can I ever forget how it used to be then
Is there a chance that forgetting will mask it all?

There is a cloud that dwells in the memories
Dark and drifting, moving but still left behind
We cannot see it as our memory fades
But to deny it is just deceiving I find

Or is it as important as persistence
The short term remembering of the eye
Holding onto an image long enough
To form an impression or a sorrowful sigh

We without doubt learn from our sadness
And usually emerge knowing quite well
That it is pain we avoid when we can
A lesson that memory will always tell

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s