The Well of Memory

In timeless well of memory My thoughts flow, streaming rapidly Through the vortex of my mind's eye Passing before they're recognized To my subconscious, unbeknown Lie doubts that eat at me alone Misgivings of a shattered past Into the pool of sorrows, cast The rippling rings expand slowly Disturbing ev'ry part of me Replacing dreams I thought were mine With false ambitions, muck and grime Buliding mountains of forced regret Foundations, deep as Hell's gate, set A fortress built to be destroyed Is all I am, my own play-toy I cast myself into grief's maw Grind my emotions, till they're raw Until, of them, there's nothing left And I fall, broken and bereft Into oblivion's abyss And taste apathy's bitter kiss Upon my parched, cracked, arid lips Face strokes from barreness' whip Till cracks run through my hollow soul And emptiness then takes its toll As pride's hammer comes crashing down My fractured soul, now rent, does drown In oceans of destruction's touch Grasping for air, not wanting much But denied ev'ry want and need My eyes made blind, my heart to bleed Beneath the waves, my body crushed Until all is tranquil and hushed I arise once more, escaping Into the realms of my dreaming Emerging, once more, from the well My memory, the mouth of Hell Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 02:56 PM PST   18 • 1 • 6