Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories 
By
Heather Beary


Withered hands a slave to time.

Trapped within a fragile mined.

Those I love now unknown.

I feel as though I'm all alone.

Anger fits, and joyful bits.

Flickers come and flickers go.

Who I am I do not know.

An endless labyrinth of the brain.

Can it be I've gone insane?

Forgotten are such memories.

Stolen away from disease. 

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