Vividly vicious,
Pointedly pernicious,
Real life though through time they are sent.
Soaring sacred,
Helping hot hatred,
Occupying thoughts and blinding sight with recall bent.
Worldly window,
Boldly brittle,
Truncated life in fell cobwebs do they build.
Spindly spiders,
Truthfully totter,
Legs dancing across silk fields.
Memories mine,
Flurries recall and define.
The man that I once was,
Chaos attached to the leg of a dove.
Today I acknowledge the taste,
Confront the facts,
Carve away all the emotional waste.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 