POETRY: Forgotten by Reggie Drake

Leave me now.

You rainy, downtrodden days where,

My head used to lay in silent agony upon the withering perch.

I fade.

And Lose myself in melancholy beats and drown in the perpetual river of my own self-inflicted despair.

Laying back on granddad's rocking chair and drifting off into a seemingly everlasting slumber.

A distortion of colors and images formulate into nightmares and frightening memories of

Those rainy, downtrodden days where I lay.

Hoping and praying upon the self-luminous cosmos that decorate the monotonous night for peace of mind and a reprieve;

From yesteryears mistakes and missteps that I have repeated so incessantly that they have become habitual.

I cant stop,

but I want to,

or do I?

My mind and my body becoming the antithesis of one another; paradoxes like a hedonistic malcontent.

Negative pictures and images have been re-modified into positive ones with a little cropping here and editing there;

And a lot of self-reflection that brings the panorama of my inner essence together

Forget me,

Just as i have forgotten you,

You dismal memories of how I used to be.

How I used to think,

how i used to breathe,

how i used to live.

All i discard from the garb that now covers and conceals a silent rebirth.

Ancestors used to roll but now they smile in idyllic graves at the sight of me in my newest form.

Some memories you cherish forever within the picture frame in your mind,

But others you forget.

Just as i have finally forgotten.