Memories

Am I the book keeper of my vast mind? A library holding all my dearest dreams, Hopes, desires...my sweetest memories I hold so tender, my beloved shrine. They run through my mind, a second's pace Through the endless corridors of a maze. Books fly everywhere. Pages turning, Corners folding, pieces tearing - shelves raised. My precious library, my beloved shrine - Burning into cinders till only Ashes remain. I stand there alone with The mind fractured, broken...cracked. Am I the book keeper of my vast mind? The books are illegible, the shelves toppled, The corridors emptied, no more sweet Memories left to keep.