This is something I wrote like a month ago, decided to revise it now that i am detached from it a bit. Thanks for the input on my last post.

History of the Past

The sight of uncounted losses
born on a long burnt field of malcontent,
twisted vines tangled in a mire of shadow,
missing in a maze of dreamlike histories.

The sounds of silence
rising against a chorus of the missing,
not even a scratching claw or flapping wing,
only broken footing crumbling underneath.

The smells of the past
circulating in a stagnant mist,
a whiff of rotten fauna and long lost flesh,
contaminating and warning the faithful lost.

The cold touch of uncertainty
touching worn white remains long since forgotten,
rough moldy ground marking damp passage,
a moment of overcoming absolute fear.

The taste of misfortune
tainting every breath of air absorbed,
a reminder of a history crowned with pain,
forever altering the memory of every flavor.

A feeling of loss so profound nothing forgets,
the sensations of viewing the past in a foggy memory,
all remembered of what once was with every new experience,
never forgetting but trudging on into unknown infinity.


Thanks,
Masked Dingo

Can you post the original too?

now that poem was good. it big graffic for my taste but i liked it none the less. good job.