Memories, Memoirs, thereof

Its a surge i curb

for i swim 

against the tide

of a fear of drowning in it

these memories are 

like seaweeds

that entangle my feet,

 underneath 

The light comes 

and fades

my eyes are 

dead until 

 -Thoughts of you emerge 

like a lava flow 

from under the sea bed

boiling 

the life around

churning

 without remorse

so i write them 

into verses

lest they claw 

my soul

not that they won't 

but it will be futile 

For the soul is clawed 

hollow

by the talons 

of your thoughts

why then even 

let them attempt further

for they are priceless

this rejection from you

is agonizing 

yet is a chance 

to know life 

its pains

thus 

I write 

to curb the surge

and then 

laugh at my plight

a man 

gone insane and over

yet still sipping insanity 

like it was a golden Whiskey

that shimmers in my glass

with six cubes of ice 

a splash of lemon

the way you like it to

when we would meet

memories, memoirs 

and my absent soul thereof