I <br /> <br />A man rose from his rottening bed <br />Yawning and ruffling his scruffy unorganized hair <br />fell again, fell to oblivion, fell quizzical <br />skimming thru' his top drawer, a comb <br />handling expertly he swoop his enigmatic mane <br />dumb and silly in his very own sanctuary <br />the man from the abyss of the lost memories <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />He took a cold bath, feeling warm, feeling lost <br />Enticing sunlight embossed his crippling skin <br />the clouds seems to be in a hurry <br />as he walked out thru' the inside out door <br />The lavish garden blushes as he passes <br />The man from the abyss of the lost memories <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Feeling happy he jumped and shouted, uncomprehensible <br />Falling over and spinning around, quite almost mental-like <br />he laughed as he tripped his leg on a challenging log of wood <br />dead wood, dead feeling, dead man walking, dead brain <br />excited, he was silenced, and jeered to nothingness <br />he rose to find the red rose, readily picked <br />the man from the abyss of the lost memories <br /> <br />IV <br /> <br />Tired and happy he caught a peaceful nap <br />under the lining trees, buzzing bee and a fly <br />day is getting dark, as he say <br />'...........................'<br /><br />Aldamayo Panjaitan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-from-the-abyss-of-the-lost-memories/
