My Forgotten Library – a poem

Skeletons in The ClosetA space, long since locked,
Encapsulated memories, hidden
Kept masked from lucid consciousness,
Diaries of experience’s, in chaos.
No where to put them,
Out of sight, out of mind
But for its gnawing existence,
Its encore moment
My former attire,
Drifting, with its own life
Lost in a collective maze,
Knotted yet independent
Connected, through a line of reality,
But for its rightful place
not yet perceived,
My litter of lost effects
Of un-discarded junk,
My cluttered closet
Dark, kept concealed.
A forgotten space.