Scattered

Bones of memory rot slowly

Past fetid acts buried 

Weeds of guilt sprout around a crypt of the past

Concrete of denial crumbles in storms of time

Revealing decayed shame

Reeking of remorse, that wafts on conscience's breeze

A fallen headstone of the past

Lies face down under rubble

Where flies now prey on moldering dirt

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Soren, this poem is haunting and vividly captures the weight of memory and guilt. I love how you turn abstract feelings into concrete, almost tangible images. The rotting bones and fallen headstone really make the emotions feel real. It’s a stark, powerful meditation on how the past lingers even when we try to bury it

[Soren]

Thank you Roma for your read and comment you are on to what I had in mind when I wrote this. Yes memory and guilt do decompose but it is not always a pretty sight. I appreciate your continued support and encouragement

[Chris Shaw]

As dark as dark can be. Conjures up some disturbing imagery, is a wallop on the senses. This poem has a very Halloweeny and macarbre feel to it. Just gave me a shiver you did Soren. Scary stuff.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your review. Yes the season had something to do with it indeed as it evolved into something else. I appreciate your read and kind words of comment my friend