Whispering the wind
Hails my peace
Thundering showers
Raging in my mind
Images spiralling
I stretch I tear the skin
From my arms to grasp
The memories they hold
But I fail
I surrender
the fight over
They cry their tears
The desire to be caught
Lost in the silence
The empty echo
I hear inside
The peace
A hollow friend
I wished
I never embraced
With hollow thoughts
A friend reflected
In the mirror
With my eyes
Vacant of the past
My memories
Shut behind a door
With a key
Rusted from overuse
The therapy to remember
Corroded, it lies with the rest
Memory notes with words
I can’t comprehend
Images I can’t recall
Screams I can’t roar
Calm I drift inside
To heal to hope
To stray slow
Along a path
With a start
As unclear
As the end
Praying
I’ll find a peace
Full of dreams
Rather than this
Blank space
void of memory
(C) frankie Mcgivney
Remember when you see the emptiness in another’s eyes that behind the empty echos is a man or woman struggling to reach themselves before ever they can touch the world outside