Day 11

COMMITTED TO MEMORY

SOUNDS OF SILENCE
RECALL VIOLENCE
MEMORIES OF TRAGEDIES
RECOLLECTION OF FALLACY
THE QUIET BRINGS IT BACK
THE QUIET REMINDS US
THE QUIET SHINES THE LIGHT ON THE FORGOTTEN
WE TRY TO BURY IT DEEPLY
BUT IT COMES BACK WHEN WE'RE SLEEPING
OUR PARTNERS HEAR OUR WEEPING
AND BELIEVE WE'RE ENGAGED IN NIGHTMARES
SO THEY RUB SMALLS OF BACKS GENTLY AND USHER US BACK INTO THE DEEP
NOT KNOWING THAT WE AREN'T CONJURING DEMONS
WE ARE REMEMBERING THEM
THE ONES THAT HAD THE FACES OF FAMILIARITY
FAMILY BUT THAT WAS RELATIVE
THE ONES WHO TOLD US NOT TO TELL
PAID US TO FORGET
THREATENED US WITH WET EYES AND DECLARATIONS OF PROBLEMS
AND PLEADING WITH US FOR UNDERSTANDING
SO WE OBLIGED WITH TEARS IN OUR EYES AND WE GAVE THEM ANOTHER CHANCE
WE INVOLVED OURSELVES IN ACTIVITIES LIKE BIRTHING DRINKING AND SEXING JUST SO WE COULD FORGET
BUT WE NEVER DO
WE BURY, YET STILL CARRY, AND WE PRETEND ITS NOT THERE
BUT IT ALWAYS IS........ITS EMBEDDED LIKE TATTOOS ON THICK SKINS
WHO DO WE KID? NO ONE. IT NEVER LEAVES.





Sidenote: This is getting harder. But art is pleasure and work.