throw-back

I am not sure if I am remembering things in the right way:
The sequence,
The consequence,
The happenings,
The said and the unsaid,
The remembered and the forgotten,
The notice and the unnoticed.

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”

I remember the day,
Where the dark and the bright places were inverted, inside-out;
The sun was setting
Inside my heart of darkness,
Over the hills and far away,
Where the lie lies

The elongated shadow on the wooden floor,
A vanished mom,
A lonely kid and a helpless maid,
A red phone,
Reaching out to no one.

The scream, the cry and the tears
Inside the heart of darkness
Has never been revealed.
For seventeen years it has been hidden,
Leaving unsaid and unnoticed.

A silent sunset,
An unanswered prayer,
An unheard scream
Inside the heart of darkness.

And will stay forever.

Written on 10 July 2017.
A throwback, a flashback, a reminder, an alert.