All the things I should have said
These choices I can’t put to bed
Feeling trapped inside my mind
Making all but memory blind
I’m dying here inside my head
From wishing that I wasn’t dead
I’m falling- losing altitude
It’s so much more than just a mood
I grope through every word I’ve read
I try to reach for hope instead
My spirit lets out one last gasp
Peace is here within my grasp
A simple closet door
So it appears to be
But if you peer inside
Filled hangers you will see
With memories intact
All lined up in a row
Hidden in the fabric
The scent of tears, you know
Youthful smells of wishes
Of dearest heartfelt pain
Closet of true beauty
Where love has left its stain
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
One breath of life where my heart stood stillFrozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
I steal from the sentinel clockOne breath of life where my heart stood still
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tockI steal from the sentinel clock
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Surrounded by tombstones
I’m claustrophobic
Within the walls
Of this confining minute
Tomorrow dies
While I breathe
The stale air of Today
Yesterday seems so dear
With its familiar expanse
Wooing me backward
Into the graveyard
Of my mind’s idyllic perfection
And the clock
Pounds out seconds
With slow precision
Melting into a lullaby
As I slip inward
And farther from
The Now
my eternal captive
memory with worn edges
a gritty film of nostalgia
forever living yesterday
contained inside a metal cocoon
hammered into shape
hidden just here
warmed by my chest
hot with the pulse
of my aging heart
The Wisdom of Gavroche 