Memory Poem

My Memory

The dank suffocation fo my face in the pillows allowed muffled, lachrymose wails to escape my mouth. Knowing it was wrong, the trepidation grew. Anger, sadness, fatigue and hatred. All emotions overwhelmed my inner core. It was cool in my room. Toys along the walls and my keyboard in the corner. The window shades were down blocking the lighting from the full moon. Keeping it shut out as an unwatned visitor. My blankets lay still on my quivering body. My bed, being much bigger than I, stayed still. My feel barely reached the end. My hair, wet with tears, lay sprawled across my pillow and stuck to my face. Minutes passed and the darkness enveloped me with the only source of light coming from under the door. I started the calming process. I was about seven then. I closed my eyes wanting to turn back the clock. Change my words, actions, the whole thing. When I thought it was over, when I thought it was okay, the yellow glow from the ceiling blub in the hall spread across the opposite wall as the door opened. I felt mad again, felt it was all a delusion. I conjured for forgiveness. My heart ran laps around my chest. Struggling with the arms of present evil grabbing me, moving me. Kicking, fighting, nothing. The stinging of a five-pointed star remained after impact. It was as if a comet exploded into solar dust. The tears returned as I grimaced in pain. The mordacious attack, the growth of vacuity, all aplomb for a better tomorrow disappeared. The occurances of that one inclement moment. The light shrunk away and the serenity of darkness took over again. The knob of the door clicked as it returned to it's origin. My face went back to the pillows.


Vocabulary:
Trepidation: NOUN fear
Lachrymose: ADJ teary
Aplomb: NOUN confidence
Grimace: VERB wince
Dank: ADJ dark and wet
Delusion: NOUN hallucination
Inclement: ADJ harsh
Vacuity: NOUN nothingness
Mordacious: ADJ brutal
Conjure: VERB to beg