lost memories

i am a man of lost memories
life buried 'neath a hell of living
and dulled feelings
and squelched thoughts
of dead longings
scratching for renewal

i cry in my tomb
envious of what others seem to have
their dreams alive
and mem'ry intact
their recollections stacked
like shelves heavy with years on display

but then i recall a question once asked
who are you, at last?
and tuning about
find me on the walls
my past sequestered under dust

image-rich from my long ago
i rejoice with what's held under glass
because something's eked pass
the repressions of the past
and it's me on the walls
for any to glance

yet though my recollections
can't construct the scenes of the past
what's hanging is beautiful
freeing me to laugh