A poem by Meg Sorick
My memory castle is a ruin
Its halls littered with debris
My fingers brush the dusty walls
And I strain in the gloom to see
The once bright panels and paintings
Have mouldered and mildewed with time
The shining pristine sculptures
Are crumbled and coated with grime
Moonlight streams through rotted beams
When I cast a glance above me
For the roof has fallen inward
And its heaven I can see
When I come at last to the final room
I resist the urge to turn and flee
The handle stays my trembling hand
My closet is an ossuary but I have lost the key
Eerie…I love it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Darnell!
LikeLike
Intriguing look into the future for us all.
As always, your words are gripping dear Meg!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much. I must catch up with you…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Totally! I miss you too!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve been bad at keeping up. I’ll visit you shortly!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bravo.
You’ve only been there a short time. Obviously you need to clean out the closet already!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hahaha! Right? Thanks, Peter!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great morbid poem… I like ossuaries.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I do as well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guessed. Nothing wrong with the macabre.
LikeLiked by 1 person
After spending time last week with my mother (with severe dementia) it really reflects what her mind must be like in some ways. Enjoyed the imagery!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Eilene. That’s what I was thinking about – what it must feel like to not be able to remember anymore. I’m sorry about your mother – that must be so difficult and painful. 😥
LikeLiked by 1 person
She seems to be getting along pretty well. I hope I don’t travel the same road, though.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, for sure. Hopefully there will be advancements in treatment for the disease soon, too. ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am reminded of the scene in Titanic where the older Rose looks at the ruined ship and picturises its original splendour and beauty! Those were spectacular!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh yes. Thanks so much Prema!
LikeLike