Even the most neglected memory
Covered in cobwebs
Creeps into the edge of consciousness
Unbidden, the uninvited messenger
Of yesterday sent to portend tomorrow
Or like a Dickens spirit subvert it.
That dark corner quarantines the uncomfortable
Needle sharp and blunt force and aching want.
They maraud thoughts, overrun
Stillness and corrupt the heart.
Awaken the soul and read their messages
Carved graffiti on the walls of memory.
Heed the omens of the vicious past or
Curse your forever.