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Funny how music can evoke such emotion, and painful memories.

The Murky Pool Of Past Meomories

Upon reflection
Making ripples upon the stagnant  murky pool
Of  heartfelt sunken treasured memories
Of yesterday that went all way too fast
That meant so much to me upon
With each day yet another smothering shadow cast
Now I cannot breathe I heave 
And find it So hard to live
When I was truly faithful 
And had so much to give

I clung on tight with all my mite
As if the days were my last
But over time
I lost my grasp
Falling into the abyss
Of deep deep melancholy
And agonising despair

Why do I torture myself?
Listening to the same sad love songs
Again and again
I never learn
I have only myself to blame
For inflicting so much pain
Upon Myself

I usually keep such memoirs 
Too much to bear
Far away  in a secret dark place
I never venture there
To the back of my mind
Under lock and key
Caught in the cobwebs
Of my life’s eclectic history
How old songs of better long gone times
Evoke so much agony
Instantly on hearing
With every word and melody line

Peter Dome©2024.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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