Memories in the dark ( poem )
Old memories trickle into her pre-sleep mind and forbid the depths of slumber.
Trying to turn the images off, yet the constant slide show will not relent.
It forces the darkness that consumes her blocking out the light.
Wriggling under it’s gripping hold, the memories of the living are blurred.
All that is seen is the despair in the eyes of the one she has lost.
Pain and anguish, a voice garbled, distorted with fear whispers in her sleep.
Even now the cries she hears are undecipherable. She lies still straining for clarity,
Reliving over and over those final days.
Her own voice is the only one that is clearly audible, memories of screaming demands
in a dark damp room to a power she cannot see. Bargaining and begging that her plea
will be heard.
Her plight will be answered soon enough and with a finality she will feel
The slivers of light she seeks stalk in the shrouds of darkness, taunting her to remember.
straining her eyes to see all that is good.
Images of narrow streams of brightness tossed over the sea from the slow turn of a beacon,
her eyes following the crest of the waves from light to darkness over and over again.
The darkness wins this battle even as the will beckons for the light.
A lightness that never truly comes, never releasing the darkness that consumes her