This is one of my few attempts at writing a free-verse poetry. I had been itching to write something on the topic of painful but unerasable memories for a while. But when I finally sat down to write, I just couldn't think of an appropriate line to start with to give the poem a rhyming form. Hence, I decided to go for free-verse. I welcome suggestions from all the readers of this piece; anybody who thinks I have not been entirely successful in writing a good free-verse is requested to help me by recommending ways to improve. Any advise regarding the refinement  of the poem's structure and flow is equally welcome, too. Hope you all like it.

 

From a minor crevice

in the depths of my mind -

like a bubble of air 

trapped between rocks in an ocean -

comes to surface a memory.

It takes me back to a time

I yearn to forget.

And yet, it stands fresh, the vision -

as if it were only yesterday.

I implore my mind -

called a wonder oft -

to liberate me from my torment.

But is it a wonder 

for producing the gems of humanity,

or because despite being mine, 

it won't restore me my peace?

The question haunts me;

with the meaningless memories,

it brings me anguish.

Yet neither do I let go

the remembrance of the question.

Perhaps the memory is in fact my next breath,

for life does feel like an endless ocean at times;

And perhaps the remembrance is my anchor,

for I barely have anything else to hold on to.