Memory
By
Peter Andrew Gunnis
Lying in my bed at night
Pondering the way of the world
Letting the darkness engulf me
Voices, voices fingers in the brain
Happy thoughts dissipate quickly
You talk to me with urgency
Syllables dripping with venom
Words are knives to some
An empty heart awaiting fulfillment
A body needing instruction
The voices louder and louder
Years of doubt and longing
A life craving wanting
Many voices calling to me
Urgently needing this vessel
To your voice I seem deaf
Help me to comprehend this
Guide me to your bosom
I need to sup’ from your cup
The memory of your face, light
I feel the heat of life
The stench of death
Worms and maggots the colour of green
The face is now only a memory
