Copyright 2002 - M.D. Burke

Retrospection Reminiscence visits my heart tonight With a translucent and silent touch Painting a patchwork of distinguishable moments Perceivable through tactile senses Memories Scattering interruptions of time and regrets Become a poignant interpretation of my life Emphasizing the afflictions of my own existence I'm not real without my suffering Feeling its soft secret doings all around me Near enough to evoke a spell of forgotten remembrance Conjuring articulate designs of unconscious recollections Reflections Transform into a breath of ash wreathed in sacred emotion Veiling my consciousness with a gray obscure retrospection Stirring me to question my own feelings The more I reflect on my past Replaying each suffering in elaborate detail The more I want to purge them from my soul and start over But without my memories, who would I be?