Most people dwell in the memories of the past, it gets worse when they let their past encounters becloud their thoughts. I went through a novel today, it didn't end well, quite tragic then I got inspired to write this poem.
I breathe deep the fragrance of regret
With thoughts drifting off through my face
Pleading for normal between these four walls
Because I'm sinking, cold, dark, deep and alone
My voice cracks like broken walls falling from its root
Under the cave of moonlight haunted by the dark
I lay in the rage of your heart
Against the pale white layer of the night dew
Words fall freely from the mouth of darkness
And I'm spinning, smiling but the dark keeps crashing in
In the hollow, I catch a shadow of your face
Hitting me, beating me, helping me drown
I grind your memories into a soft powder
Inhale you and lick you off my finger
Because your face brings me death everyday
By the terror exposed through your bare eyes
You're the wave that haunts me in my dreams
Pulling me, grinding me, burying me now
I bare my heart on a book darkened with memories
Wandering like lost fragrance in search of home
In my mind is a fiery furnace
Burning, choking, peeling me off
The earth throws a frown at the sight of dusk
Still I lay here and breathe deep the fragrance of regret