It screams from beyond
Not willing to succumb to
Mere memory
No
It wants to be in the here and now
Presently
Like the incessant ring
Of an old rotary phone
No matter how much you try
to ignore it
Ring ring ring
is the dial tone
Awakening
out of a once forgotten
Time
Creeping into the light
Appearing to once dimmed eyes
Bright
Sitting there
Waiting to be acknowledged
No matter how many covers
You try to shadow it
Peeking out
It wants its
Limelight
No mere fifteen minutes of fame
Not enough of hands in pocket
shrugged shoulders
Head hung low
No shame
Reality
left back in the long ago
The past keeps creeping
like the bungling
Burglar
It lifts the window
Letting in air
Venting a stale room
Opening
Retrieving memories
Once held securely
Like jewels in a treasure box
Locked
stashed
Placed
neatly
on a shelf
Old photo albums
Forgotten smells
Only time
held onto
Will tell
Truth
reality
regret
Change
While time moved forward
There
it still remains
In the forefront
Not willing to let you forget
The past
has become the present
This was not
how it was meant
People grow
Some stay stuck
Some let time
stand still
Unable to release
the muck
The murky
Blurry vision of dreams once held
A promise forgotten
A spell rendered
Like the needle
on a broken
record
It keeps spinning
Drowning out the sounds
Repeat on lock
Stop skipping
Stop repeating
It's time
for a new song.
Tick tock.
©sharbi3 2013
