Keith Vlademar Ii Poet Blank verse

Attic of My Mind

Sitting alone in the misty darkness
I think
I shuffle through the past
With light and darkness

I crawl through the attic of my mind
Some musty boxes of pain
Were never meant to be opened
Yet they make me who I am

Others filled with joyous memories
Golden reminders of life that could be
Somehow the balance is uneven
Makes me wonder is this me

My attic is cluttered
I must cast aside the waste
To make room
For memories yet to be

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Black Eyed Susan April 14, 2011 at 4:46 AM I feel like I'm journeying with you and then abruptly you end the journey. Maybe you could consider more of a transition? I love the line "makes me wonder is this me." It's so deep that I have a hard time going from there to the cluttered. - Just my 2 cents.