through the mansion of my memories.

Through The Mansion of My Memories.
_____________________________

The Silence
(once a Razor)
no longer
cuts my Heart
of Stone.

For I am
Immune to
The Charms
of Angels
now.

(and prefer
to be Alone.)
_

Though
admittedly
I must confess,
I occasionally
miss the Cutting.

Since The
Brutal Sting
of Times Caress
defeated My
Sense of Nothing.
_

Blank and
Empty,..
staring Deep..
Across a Tragic
Sea.

Describes
a Fraction of
My Thoughts.

When The
Ghost of Former
Love comes
Creeping.

(Through The
Mansion of
My Memories.)
_

J.Stephen.H.