MUSINGS

Reminiscences

Time trickles away like sand slipping through my fingers,
As I stand riveted in the past with a smile plastered on my face.
The memories fade away into nostalgia,
Making me cry; breaking through my charade.

There was a time, when all I felt was pure joy,
Each day, each second slipped through like a drop of the piquant wine from the holy chalice of Christ.
Till none was left and the heavenly cup was drained.
Just like my ashen face.

An angry voice breaks through my sweet reverie,
Glass shatters in the distance.
Not so distant, I realize,
As the sickening scent of my blood fills my senses in an instant.

A string of profanities muttered under
The reeking breath of a drunkard,
And a projectile launched in my direction
In the unwavering darkness of my cold residence.

That is all I can discern through my vision,
Blurred by the tears of sorrow,
The tears shed in remembrance
Of the yesterday that won't come tomorrow.

So I cry for one last time,
I cry for all those sweet memories,
Those lovely reminiscences; The figments of my untainted past.
As a glass shard pierces my heart.

And silences me. Forever.

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