Just a Shell
Skeletal fingers of the past
reach to grab my psyche;
childhood specters enmeshed
in the shadows that
probe my inner child’s
nightmares.
Strains of melancholy
impress upon the page,
a lost youth.
Time’s acrimonious
stampede has
trampled beloved memories,
I thought I’d locked away
in my mind-attic.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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