forgotten decades

yesterday reaches
straining to hear

cries of decades lost

half-forgotten
inaudible

ancient history

now
barely a strand

and that too
adrift

alone

but

but

still
etched

if
for an instant

across endless nights
yet to dawn

neither here nor there

as i walk along
trampling memories

away
afar

trying
seeking always

always
to moult this skin

this sorry skin of words
wrapped around me  tight

staggering
scurrying

fleeing

into the arms

of
desolate
welcoming night

as still as innocence

when im broken
torn

with
all my conceit

neatly
shorn

perhaps
then he’ll know

the hopes stifled
muted

hushed shushed

though still
as still as innocence

reborn