Memories 02 - Sadness Pours Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

From the sepulchres interred deep
and the misty cobwebs of the past
memories arise on the third day's keep
bleeding haunts of dread that last.

As vultures that on corpses feast
blue-necked memories prance
beaks and talons like the fangs of a beast
on the flesh of my feeble heart they dance.

Nothing matters, nothing remains
they just devour my wakeful hours
a clot in my thoughts' illicit domains
like a deluge, unending sadness pours.