Scream Of Memories

Startled, I woke up in midnight,
Deep inside, felt something was not right.
I could not start from the lay,
Though the sound was not so far away.

Little by little, I kept my pace,
And I sat there, sweating, at my space.
Was it a dream? I wondered,
As I felt nothing, that rendered.

Slowly, my legs took me to my desk,
There lied, the words I marked last dusk.
“Laying at the land of buried dream,
thought, I heard the memories scream!!"

Gently, I ran my fingers over the words,
And felt a chill of returning thoughts.
Wondered, if I ever forget the times of yore,
Soon in my mind, did the yesterdays restore.

I tried to pass those memories aside,
And trod back to bed, ‘coz I couldn't abide.
Every day, since then, I woke up grizzled
For I hear the scream of memories, sizzled...