The body won’t forget what the mind wants to,
So I’m stuck with these old feelings,
And a constant aching-clue,
As to why there are no ceilings,
On this house or any other.
A protective realm of dry,
Under the blackened shadows of the rainy sky.
Bones rust and rot, …hoping to die.
The mind doesn’t want to recall what the body’s kept,
For the mind escaped somewhere while the body slept.
Dreams…0’dreams have brought me here,
To this time I own,
But skin decays, in gripped portrays,
Of storms the mind’s disowned.
The body won’t forget what the mind longs to.
The damage is already done,
Though God’s pulled the years through,
Out of the flood and mounting mud,
Having no reason…not one…haven’t a clue,
For the hours and minutes here are,
Undeserving of a mind.
In a cursed tomb as this with no covering to find….
And there’s one drop…more behind.
K. Aldaya, 8/6/05
Picture: “Rain Drops” by Austin Tolin on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/austintolin/124121992/in/set-72057594085954911