Scattered Memories

Strands of melancholy
Hang on the trees in my mind.
A ground of scattered memories
I trip over every time I turn.
Clouds in the sky
Sending a feeling of suffocation.
Barns stored with lust
Burnt to the ground by my emotions.
The silos stand,
Creaking hollowed rings of emptiness.
The rainbow’s hidden
With the ever growing mist.
Images of the belle
Becoming more and more distant.
Still the memories remain
Scattered across the ground.