Upon Strolling Down Memory Lane, With Chocolatey Goodness
tremble.
shrouded in threadbare moonbeams.
frightened into remembering the blissfully forgotten,
an injured sigh rests after
chasing a runaway heartbeat
down glamorous nightmare corridors.
promises of lies to come
grow abundant in the
barren soil of a reluctant yesterday.
refuse the anonymity gained in
abusing the protests
of seraphim.
be not shamed
into superficial traditions
of ignorance.
in your delirium
of illusion,
lash out
not at intense butterflies,
but at the what-ifs
hanging on the wall
crucified,
having been doomed
for their unforgiveable
potential.
**© Jamie Bartok,.,6-13-96**
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