Unspoken Memories

Clouds of remorse hang overhead, dripping unceasingly into my mind, saturating it with the weeping of sorrow's open flood gates. Penetrating recesses of hidden scorn, reminding self of a past built by desires of another, creeping silently in the backwoods of my mind. Causing collections of suicidal thoughts contrary to human nature, reverting to the pile of unspoken memories wondering what to do. How to handle the sadness buried there for so long, arms reaching into caverns, searching blindly for reasons un- known to a child. Rocketing into depressive states of mind by the fuel of nonexistent mindless errors from the past, following like cracks in a sidewalk, haphazard paths of life. Leading anywhere, not caring which direction they go, so maybe wherever I end up, the sunrise, fading quickly, will fall into sunsets of eternity. Becoming the boundaries set limitlessly in the back of my mind, carelessly forsaking the privacy and incoherent speeches of once thought of people who cared. Floundering now on shores of sandy beaches like a beached whale, no more techniques to discover or invent, salvaging only minute particles of dignity with no respect. Not really worth the effort, for the specialty of life has flown below me in many deep abysses, never to be found a- gain in this world.