Rembembered Not

This piece is a haunting poem about things remembered and things remembered not.

Remembered Not


Down a dark and creaky stairway,
past a cobweb covered door
lies a silent, ancient book, upon a broken,
soiled shelf.

Near a tea cup bought in China,
by a silver framed photograph
lies a torn and tattered book upon this frail and
flouting shelf.

In the cellar of a mansion,
overgrown with ropes of ivy
lies a memory filled book on the paint chipped
little shelf.

Between the grimy covers,
and the pages, musty yellow
lies the ghosts of forgotten times on the
solitary shelf.

Written in the creases of each leaf
in tear spattered ink
lies faded hearts of loves lost
and left behind on the
mournful shelf.

Echoes of laughter resonating
agony
slashing at the spirit etched into the sheets
Lies!
remembered not
exposed upon the shelf.