Forgotten thoughts resurface like the dim light of the stars
seeping from the wounds that sit on shelves in broken jars
never to be mended in the tattered threads perceived
knotted in the fabric of the falsehoods I believed
contained inside the cobalt tide that no one vessel keeps
what seems are dreams to some become the nightmares while I sleep.

How proudly they parade in gaudy colors crimson laced
to radiate so fiercely from the fears I haven't faced
they crash as seas of sorrow flood the salty taste of pain
into my mouth as I turn south where nothing left remains
but scattered dusty memories and used up yesterdays
with scars that last from days gone past in hues of blacks and greys.