I see them

Those memories

They flash in non-linear fashion

A long line up of regret

One soul

Losing in dreams

Lasting in drama

Drifting thru past lives

In the present name

I see them

A line of lovers

Friends betrayed

Friends believed in

Long lists of less

Shapes burning in darkness

My darkness

Private and alone

Memories floating on clouds

Memories lying in graves

Pieces

Shame Depression

The ultimate torment

Riding the wind to my own

encounter with karma

What will the guides say

When we meet

How will they judge

This long list of loss and

Regret

I imagine they will be less harsh

More coaching

Less blaming

Maybe not

I glide into an endless sea of reverie

Assaulted by my own failings

My own choices

My own eternal judgment

Maybe forgotten

Put away in a small box

Hidden under the bed

But always in my heart

Always eating my soul.