Wednesday, September 9, 2009

"Bygones" Pantoum by Yours Truly


A storm is coming.
Disorienting flashes chase me underground.
Unearthing boxed memories,
They have a stale smell.

Disorienting flashes chase me underground.
Other faces gaze up with smiles,
They have a stale smell.
My face past and present turns away.

Other faces gaze up with smiles.
Ominous roars remind me of my place.
My face past and present turns away.
My self treks paths it had once thought lost.

Ominous roars remind me of my place
Absolving mistakes made in haste.
My self treks paths it had once thought lost.
I know time is failing, amends must be made.

Absolving mistakes made in haste.
Unearthing boxed memories,
I know time is failing, amends must be made.
A storm is coming.

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