Sickly Sweet Memories

Sickly Sweet Memories

The air to the east is cool and sickly sweet
The sun barely peeks over the tipping trees.
It’s been too long trapped in this dead heat.

From the moment I opened my eyes
I felt the tug and jerk of goodbye
And knew my hope was an unwise prize.

The ricochet of metal against metal rang
Loudly in the silence; an unrestrained slang
Reminding me of the song I never sang.

Nefarious shadows crawl upon the walls
Leaving behind jumbled nebulous scrawls
Of memories; a life I dare not recall.