Remnants are strewn all around
Remnants that ring a most familiar sound
Memories caught in reality's grasp
Reflections abound
Projecting the past
Surrounded by proof of joyous life
I curse the present in all its strife
I scatter the pictures across the floor
Reassembling a world from which I am banished forevermore
Every shard of a moment broken in time
Every thread bound so tight I've no hope to unwind
Every page etched in stone, no way to revise
Every truth held in light, no comfort in lies
Still I attempt to unravel the chains
I desperately struggle in hope to regain
Some sweet semblance of my former existence
As ghosts just beyond my reach remain ever persistent
By Justin Huskey Copyright 2011
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