full of memories

while the haunting  sound of the violin moves through the walls
reaches you sitting on the chair all alone
with the fireplace turned on
and a bottle of dark poison  along
with the a book full of memoirs on your feet
sober or not turning the pages
the memories come alive
you see them displayed right in front of your two eyes
like puppets moving in and out of your sight
playing with you and torturing your mind
who desperately wants to forget but there is no peace inside
as the memories keep playing with you
a  pale shadow comes in front of you
you try to stand up and reach her
you know it's her
she came to comfort you and help you forget
but as you lean forward to touch her face
she vanishes through the walls
leaving you with empty hands
and a full of memories mind