The rejected

The Rejected

I awoke early again and with a sense of unease,
mangled dreams, slamming of doors, contorted
faces, uncontrollable rages, ingratiating voices:
“Come here boy, what sweet a boy you’re”

A Christmas tree thrown out of a window, hoarse
hilarity and the sound of sirens. Fragments of
dreams consigned to the dungeon of rejected
memories, from a time before colours were invented

So why does, a half remembered past haunts me?
I don’t want to look back and fill my heart with
sorrow, from the time I lived with one eyed trolls
and their laughter was shrieks of powerless hate.