Reminiscing.......

once you reminisce
a face, your eyes look attentively
the focus thins out
to the body
you spread some thoughts
that form a funnel
where all memories pass through
and settle
on the base of the bottle
it is empty
and then it becomes full
and pulls you deeper
you feel that you are sucked
by the mouth of
another emptiness
you struggle
the past becomes hands grabbing you
towards what
were buried a long time ago
it is hard to breathe some more
in this situation
where you are alone and crying
and screaming
but for one thing
there is no audible sound
there is no
visible tear
it is like Alice falling into the
hole of the rabbit
and so many possibilities happen
on the same ending
all pigments
to your red imagination
you pinch it
nothing shouts
there is no flesh
there is no bone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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