Memories and Beyond

In black and white pictures and wooden structures.
Behind dusty books and notes that have become bookmarks.
Beneath the mess scattered in my room.
And the folded boarding pass still safe in the back pocket of my jeans.
I see bullets that have left their marks forever.
That I cover up each day.
Behind nonchalant routines to my daily life.
Still every time I close my eyes.
They scream to me in a silent plight.