Timeless Dream Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

In the attic of a time piece, I found,
A childhood memory, boxed and bound,
To my dream, a timeless vision struck deep,
Where time and memories alike bleep.
I unbound the tape, a scent of old rust filled the air,
As I delved into each note, I saw something rare,
A piece as old as time, dusted a few began to reveal,
Messages I never remember yet held its own will.
The words I found in it, rhyme familiar, far back in time,
From my younger self when I wished to be my prime,
I wrote of a future, a dream I had once seen,
In my imagination, where hope lived clean.
As I struggled to closed the box, a man walked in bound
Weak, and shackled by hand
He seems to carry the weight of his own lots
This! , a manifestation of my thoughts?
When I looked him with fierce eye
he returned my gaze with flame; it got me high
Then I hid my eye for a pocket; in the locket
Where I held memories that turned crimson placket
Quickly a mockery began, I found
Pleasure in the laughers, to it I was again bound
The shacked wonderer I watched as he let loose his demon
It engulfed the mockery, yet I remained an unconcerned freeman
As I watched the consuming, the laughter that once was loud,
Turned to a tearful cry, this are my guest crying a-loud,
I started to remember each of them through the pop,
I looked the wanderer in eye telling him to stop
I started to remember their wrongdoings through the past,
The bullies, the mockery, those memories that will forever last,
I looked the wanderer in eye once more,
And closed the box, and sealed the door.
And as I closed the box, I felt a sense of peace,
A sense of forgiveness, a sense of release,
The memories, the emotions, the thoughts, the dream,
All locked away, now peace reign supreme.