Memories

Memories, just a bitter lingering after taste in your mouth

washed dry with the sweetness of passion

the nostalgia of innocent happiness forever buried

by the realization of the evil of this world

the childhood clamor of old friends replaced

with the silence and coldness of strangers long before

and the awkwardness I feel

lingering, lingering

as she turns a head up high, back to the conversation

as I never existed.

Will you never grow out of your facade?

The Mulberry

Once and twice, whereupon the mulberry bush I go, chasing for berries, those so sweet and gulp,
gulp,
down they go, with sweet nothings they return to, disappeared now and forever.

Tiredness results as the clock turns the hour, and I close an eye, exhausted and no more. Time passes and I grow old and weary, yet the bush remains

Sweet, never changing, never changing, and it seems my work has all gone to waste as I have nothing in my possessions now,with only heart ache and a selfish demeanor, yet no joy lights up

My mind, much lesser my heart, as I remain
alive.

Time passes no much longer,
and it is the end.