MEMORY

Cloaked in secrets that keep me
from revealing myself any futher
than this I continue on
repeating the pattern of descruction

Emotionless tears trickle
down to my hands
where they burn away
the remnants of reaction and reality

We jump around the ring
swinging punches
that we only half expect to land where intended
and half expect to slide right off

But they linger and sting
as the phantom feeling
remains for hours
after all has faded
into a memory