The shadows of our yesterdays.
Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrinth The older the memory The darker the recesses The further back filed and stored Within the canyon of the catacombs Where piled high-skeletonised cognitions and permutations Reside resulting in a sea of feelings and emotions Getting deeper as time the thief moves on Some memories are unwelcomed and dislike to visit Too painful to view Are confined to the back of our minds Reside behind locked doors marked 'No Entry'' Bolted padlocked and locked By a lost entry key Some doors are open wide Not only in our minds But also within the album of our hearts That makes our hearts smile upon reflection Release warm cosy spreading soothing waves Of a deep consoling of flooding emotion Spreading through our souls and very beings.
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