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Submitted by wellbelove on 30 July 2007 - 11:09pm.| Updated 15 October 2007 - 3:45pm.
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freeform
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.
30th July 2007
(4 votes)
strong and poignant
a subtle development of complexity and form as each succeeding stanza gets longer.
Not keen on the euphemism for death.
cheers,
Jess
reminds me
of old R.E.M, good R.E.M. sadness, but not bleak. Not a dream, subtle indeed. A much appreciated write.
Mark