Memory-Morgue

 

Cold it is down here in the morgue
Of all my memories long gone by
With nothing left but their clouded image
Deep within in my mind.

These things I've forgotten
They resurface still on photographs
And I print them so they may remain
Concrete, physical, not just imagined.

So time cannot distort what once was
I write in diaries of all sorts
Free to forget my rhymes 
And think only of the present time.

And so I wrote of you too
A muse once upon a time
Before I discovered the freedom
That comes where suffering lacks.

You've helped me rediscover who I am
But with your calming presence
You brought to my soul only turbulence
Though I treasure you I must flee.