Archive of My Soul
February 24th, 2009 § Leave a Comment
This is the archive of my soul
the place where my old thoughts lie
a repository for tortured feelings
and aging dreams
I’ve always wondered where they went
when their time was over
did they just flit away
or decay into nothingness
they say that energy never is used up
it’s just converted to another form
tiny sparks across the synapses
get dissipated into the unknown
but now I find them all here
gathering dust
stacked on shelves in stark volumes
in a musty back room
my childhood dream next to
my former passion
my teenaged angst on top of
my twenty’ish obsessions
be careful my friend
I leave them all
to those who come
searching.
