Images of the Past by Jade

Is it comforting memorising phases in your life?

mirroring lights in the eyes which mirror not the demon behind.

Thoughts that scare in all their flight and finality,

and take a life, to give another back again.

The rain pours nand still the burying sounds echo within.

Never to be able to come out, out of the shell surrounding.

Outside the wind blows forcefully

and the resonance is deep,

showing, revealing, the nightmare which implores in vain to be let loose,

and yet, fancy free some people walk and never tread such a milestone as this,

and how the demons destroy our existence, never deploying to set us free.

Voices constantly in the distance reaping and screaming the terrors we dream and fear to live.

Our souls burying and echoing within the sounds and murmuring in our psyche,

and the noises of our tears at night, deluded nightmares and the screaming of our pain,

and echoes from the grave whisper and wilt;

falling and tumbling- like frail flowers over the death of our abuses.

We chant to the gods imploring for some higher self,

to restore us and make peace with our hearts and minds,

but alas, the weeping we hear is long and low for the unfortunates,

who go , who roam, wither and withal.

By Jade