I Try :

I tried to imagine words and rhymes, that sense of artistic linguistics, .
. Does that even make sense? .
Tracing papers and a picket fence lying on the floor,
Ransacked memories tis all you have,
  Pagination at times and those broken chains, are you going to keep hating stories about lies and twisted metal mysteries,
Trouble twice with the confusion fleeting words and phrases in a suicide note that someone left in a crowd,
. So now even more than one of the dead,
Long forgotten memories in our minds say so what.
Try again it seemed to say, Only she looked around asking, "who keeps screaming in my ear?"

Dark Poet
October 22, 2014