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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