Poetry

Poem: False Memories

 

There was a blur in his history,
a void that he needed to fill
with a growing pain that he couldn’t chase
or find a cure.

He needed to make sense of it,
and so he created a fabrication.
A possible answer to past trauma,
a stranger, he said, that left him bound
and gagged.

It was simple, just a story
of two people, one a predator
and the other a victim.

Isn’t that how most hardships start?
The colors are always red and black.
The words always foreshadowing
the inevitable.

It begins with an innocent smile
like pretty flowers blooming in the fields
or two lovers in a passionate embrace
caught off guard.

Then the plot thickens:
The awful touch, the push and pull.
The horrible image lingers.
The nightmares, the broken trust.

Songs and faces that stink
of lies and miscalculations.
An unwanted exchange, a denial,
a slap in the face.
False memories that never go away.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

15 comments on “Poem: False Memories

  1. That’s really powerful.

  2. This is very very good Mark. Intense. My favorite lines: “He needed to make sense of it, and so he created a fabrication.” So good.

  3. Oh, isn’t life like that
    “It begins with an innocent smile”

  4. The basis for many a good tale!

  5. ‘Songs and faces that stink of lies and miscalculations’ Good poem.

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