Trying to forget
Trying to forget but mind is independent of thought, of will
Believing, seeing, memories forever
Memories conceived in realms beyond human reach or touch
So much, so much, too much for mortal man and soul
Growing old, watching the sun go down on time
Bursting embers, red glow, blotting out human existence, being
Born of nothingness, incomplete, never real then, a dream
A river unseen, a desert clean of dreams as we know it
Lost in seas of time, if it ever was and never was, nor will be
Reality is a focus of energy on self thought, of here then but really not
© gezz 2023
Very deep, also deeply interesting a lot of avenues to pursue here. I enjoyed reading this it has given me a great deal of food for thought. Sue.
Thanks for reading it and your thoughts Sue 🙂
I enjoyed this. It reminded me of the theory put forward by a retired psychoanalyst in the novel ‘Where My Heart Used to Beat’. Not that he, of course, was the first – or last to think that! Your poem put it over in a very deep way, and I take my hat off to you. Griffonner.
Much obliged to you Griffonner for your comments on the above!