Nightmare on Memory Lane

crawling in the attic of my mind,

searching for sentiment in neglected

moments as ghosts of hope

watch me from the darkness.

sift through still frame memories

that have been carelessly handled

and blotched by the oily touch of time.

nothing is as it was, and I'm left

with sepia tone reminders of fate gone wrong.

I leave, seal the entrance and mark the passage:

"Yesterday"

Born - 1986

Died - Today

Rest in Peace