Mount Suppression

Moments

They drift in and out

to be seized or ignored

These time locked refugees

fester in our memories

My window of opportunity

slams on my hands


Fingers broken
and gnarled

A grotesque display

Dreams dashed

She walks away
into the mist
of our
could have been history

Fairy tale gone

Now I gotta move on

No choice

Tis all I can do

to climb over this pile

of buried tragedies