Persistence of Memory

I have written a note to myself to remind me that I have a soul.

So nothing can extinguish the light in my life and turn their embers to coal.

When I was I child I could see the heart in the home.

Now I’m living alone.

Photographs of strangers smiling at no one,

A self that I cannot recall…

The ink here is bleeding,

Time is receding,

The one action of my whole life is repeating

Again and Again,

Again and Again,

Again and Again.

Am I living at all?

Or has it been reduced to the pictures I hung on the walls?

I have written a note myself to remind me that I still have time.

Persistence of memory is relative to the life in me.

Change to a better rhyme.

You can be better if you try.

Thaw out that heart of ice.

 There's still time to redefine.

Before you hear the flatline.