Little cobwebs in the corner,
casting ghostly shadows of the past.
of days forgotten and,
memories buried long ago.
The skeletons crawl up,
to touch your skin.
Their bones so cold.
An eerie feeling of melancholia,
Choking all the sense,
with an over-powering nostalgia.
Washing down all the logic and the reasons,
clouding them with the ashes of the past.
Leaving an after taste of the forgotten,
wandering in the memory lanes of the mind.