A Different Type Of Graveyard

 Rusty gates of Memory gaped open;

hinges creaked,

me, intruded as trespasser into

my own cerebral.

Trailed to the desolated

Graveyard of Memories.

Found an erected tombstone

engraved as "Past"

Picked a spade and unearthed 

the hideous carcasses of that

ugly creature, Memory.

And blazed it into nihility 

with my callous hands.

Stench of ignorance and fumes

of rues liberated, which salvaged my soul from

decomposition, to render its

salvation and liberated my

imprisoned soul from 

Disdain.