caught on a memory

my silence is screaming.

have you misinterpreted this?

i tried to let go

but my hands were tied.

and these knots,

i found, were tied pretty damn tight.

i gave it all,  and i still would –

yet if  the waters ever got too rough –

find me jumping this ship;

drown the past,  birth a breath in a crisp new tomorrow.

caught on a memory, hooked on a vision.

all in the painful admittance of my own lingering desire for you.

i’m caught on/in  a memory, hooked on a vision.

autumn tree leaves dangle in a silhouette;

and still, in the cool damp midnight air

each leaf fallen is a found crossed memory of you.

my hands were tied,

so i just tossed and turned all night;

gasping for a breath, suffocating in a dream.

a truth haunts, but never harms.

a memory haunts, always left to cold and never seem to warm

shift gears and drive by;

fade, but always seem to hide in my mind

that is you,  and that will always be you.

drive by,  and pick up my wonder.

drown below the surface and find me swimming up to ponder.

shift gears and drive by;

fade, but always seem to park in my mind

that is you, and that will always be you.

drive by, and pick up my wonder.

my silence is screaming.

have you misinterpreted this?

i tried to let go

but my hands were tied.

and those knots, i found, were tied pretty damn tight.

yet if  the waters ever got too rough –

this is where i would let myself jump ship;

drown the past,  birth a breath in a crisp new tomorrow.

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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3 Responses to caught on a memory

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Superb

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  2. reocochran says:

    I always hope for “crisp new tomorrows,” Bradford. Great way of expressing this!

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  3. reocochran says:

    Silence should speak volumes. Waiting is difficult. Thank you for sharing these (almost tormented) thoughts, Bradford.

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