Memories curl around the edges with age, yellowing
themselves with the passing years, incontinently
filling them with shame.
Guilt-ridden, down lanes of timeless, forbidden
images, protruding lances, cutting the edges of a
mind.
Solemnly pushing beneath the crib of innocence,
life-sustaining myths, perpetrated from fantasies,
standing always, unforgiven.
Touching life with stolen kisses, sealed tight in
dresses of shame, trimmed with guilt.
Fallen. Downcast. Hurting quietly beneath it all
inside.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-memories/
