Flasbacks
Those flashbacks often
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.
And then those memories fall,
releasing the tightly held strings
& then what happened next
have been confined only to myself.
These flaccid strings
stretched to such an extent
that they usually choke
my almost doddering heart.
Copyright © Bonny Bhagat | Year Posted 2024
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