The Afterlife

The Afterlife When it’s time for the rain to fall, When all the wind settles and the light is gone, Wherever a call may befall, where a shadow may be, Where art thou wonders that life may bestow upon me? Where are the people I knew? Where are the conversations long past, Construed, rewound retold and undone… Where are the memories of the park, Rewritten and retold with another love spark. Why are the fragrances of cologne and smells of the breeze the only things that remind me, Telling tall tales and lessons learned in time. Why am I told to behave, and punished for my crimes? The same crimes you impose upon me time and time again. I learned that the people I know and places I’ve been are all reference points, Written in invisible pen. I see now that a memories past and futures could be, Is nothing more than an idea or something make belief. Whenever I think or construe a thought, I think of all you, What you’ve done, and what you’ve all become. A lesson in time and a punished crime, When will I ever remember the world I had once known, Or had once believe to have? Nothing more, nothing less, Nothing worthy of thought or spite, I lay here in limbo, The afterlife. Anthony K. Rosales