Chains of Memory
Sometimes I clear the debris
Of yesterday’s pain and despair
And crawl to the keyhole
To peek at tomorrow
The sheen pleases my eye
I am about to turn the doorknob
And step outside but
Chains of memory shackle me
Octopus of past extends it tentacles
And pulls me back
Into the dark I am used to
Written on:04/11/2017
Advanced Topics:memory,octopus,keyhole
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2017
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