Sensory

Hidden observer stalking the world

Feeling: Insignificance.

Driving around and through

Piercing sounds

Shadowlands

Pink and brown peeling steps from days before

Peeling; broken with history

Who stood here before?

Psychopath; 

Schizophrenic; 

Lobotomized; 

Professor;

Guitarist

Memories of the tune drift back

Strings plucked

images of red hot love grow from the melody

down and up, rough and soft

I drowned in those seconds he played

It's quieter today.

foosteps and conversations.

Can they see me?

No music.

No melodies.

just,       world.

I search again

wanting it 

                                needing it. 

Gone

no message

                left.

Just:

broken past

  dotted steps

    & faded memories

I stop and whisper,

tasting the acidity of my thoughts

'soon this memory will be faded'

It'll all be gone and forgotten......

Still shadowed

Still insignificant

                                                -Forever Hidden