A bitter
Bitter
Memory
Is frozen
In black ice
Behind my eyes
And pooling
Like acid
In my heart
A somber fog
Clouding my soul
Filling my lungs
I lock it
In a big white chest
With an iron key
But when I try to bury it
It comes
Clawing its way to the surface
I take it to the window
And hold it in the warm breeze
Watch it spreads its wings
But when I awake
There it is
Tapping on the glass
Now I keep it
Stitched to a handkerchief
Tucked in my pocket
And I know the years will fade it
But for now
It is stagnant