memory

Deep into the morning nature has taken a quiet turn

undisturbed by turmoil the surroundings remain soundless

voiceless he lay on his cradle restless, anxious

the triumph of courage that cannot be found to 

conquer the inevitable bond of confinements to his deprivation 

along with a deafening silence ringing resonance within 

like gongs of warfare.

A warfare to him seemed much familiar

in spite of the still struggles which proved to be planted

long before his days of battle, struggle

against the pandemonium and frustration, mere psychology.

We remember the events of precedence

and the stories which influenced humanity as we know

tales that sparked pinnacles in our short timeline

history that will never be forgotten, lest it forgets.

Some things better forgotten for they do

plague our minds and please our lusts

yet what is left of our integrity desires otherwise

and yearns to plead to the remains of decency

which lay on this already corroding cradle.

He cannot forget what has already drilled its path

into his unsettled, fractured heart where

fragments missing remain only as intangible thoughts that float in 

the vague memories of what used to be.

A benevolence, compassion, beauty, affection

which perhaps will never return to be what it was once

a youthful jubilance with an affinity comparable to an artist with her canvas

a composer with his manuscript.

The days of carefree recreation where nothing stood in their way

the exchange of envelopes which contained love that in fact

mere words could never justify

yet the constant urge to search for ways to exchange this mutual feeling

lead to such playful acts.

Days where they would lose track just to meet eyes

a moment so perfect, one could stare for eternity

but the understanding that this could not happen despite any desire

lead to an eventual smile, a smile almost apologetic

yet still so innocent.

How long must he suffer on his cradle night after night

wondering what could be, and has been.

This disease which seems to have no cure

but the disease itself.