Memories
Memories disorderd by time.
Sure not a dream,
Clearly not a lie,
Just unclear quite at what point,
Somethings happened in my journey through life.
So many memories lost in a maze.
I fear every turn,
What will it reveal?
Fear I will never escape,
The puzzle of the unhealed.
Memories paused among the unexplored,
And whilst I do not know for certain,
What is just out of sight,
My mind trembles a warning for me not to stray,
As I lack the currency needed to travel that way.
Memories always whispering on the edge of every thought.
Some of which I wish would faze into a sensless haze.
Others signposts for the direction I came.
Some I wish forever remained lost and unfound.
But all with with me until I fall asleep for my final time.
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
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