welcome to my memory
where there are no trees
or flowers or exotic beings
but simply harsh winds
and an unforgiving landscape.

this is a selective memory,
that i'm forced to dwell on
time and time again,
despite wishing to rid it
from my mind for eternity.

on the horizon is a lone figure,
a shadow against the blood red sky,
underneath a foreboding tree
that is bereft of lush green leaves
and leans to one side like a noose.