I wonder what memories revive,
when you touch my hand or see my face.
Is what is old new again?
Are you lost in pillars of memory,
which impose the will of this broken architect?
Do my building still stand strong,
tall,
beautiful?
What power emanates from them,
and what force of will overtakes you,
when the sun catches their corners?
Do you still dance in the great hall,
of our lost, and broken-down love?
Skin,
eat this water.
It is necessary.
Warm , salty water crawls,
down chiseled cheeks,
rolling off a hero chin;
no sustenance.
Jets of hot water slap,
my thick hair and blank face,
my skin refuses to drink it in.
A ghost walks into my shower,
observing the way I am curled up,
helplessly soaking in chlorinated fire,
no chemicals kill these feelings or memories.
The ghost sighs,
unable to affect me.
A lonely time,
with delusions for company,
and the weight of loved ones' feet,
pulverizing my fragile, fleeting sanity.
There's a cage not far from here,
it holds all the pieces of my heart,
that have been swept into dustpans,
and deposited along with the memories;
nobody can put all that back together.
Pieces of heart lay on the cold, damp metal,
and sparkle when the light hits them right,
pieces of sanity sit there just the same,
those pieces smile in a devilish fashion,
they know what each loss means to the whole.
One step closer,
one mile further,
from it.
One more day,
one battle won,
against it.
It's important to win the battles,
even if the war is open for debate,
it's the only course of action for me,
save for abandoning the campaign.
Come ride my sanity,
come into the cage with me,
I promise I don't take hostages.
Andy Veilleux 