I find myself lying in bed
Staring at a ceiling that each day seems more familiar
The yellow light floats in through a crack in the curtains
The shadows coil
Like smoke rising from an orange ember
Teeth and eyes twist and  dissipate
Alone with my thoughts perfectly
They swell with meaning
And wane as the clock turns
Tick-
Tick
My ear pressed against the face of my watch
Guilt...a kernel grows inside me
Regrets and failures
The memories
Once full and rich
Are now faded and wrinkled with age
I once splayed them like the paintings of old in the library of my soul
Now I have cut them from their gilded frames
I fold them and slip them inside an dusty copy of The Odyssey
They are safe there away from the prying eyes of others
One night I will burn them with a candle's flame
I will hold them at the corner and watch them burn
Then the curtains will light
And the books
The tapestries
It will all burn
And I will run from that place
Out into the cold full moon night
Never looking back
And never will I return