The Minds Shrouded Catatombd Vaults
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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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2024
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