I Forgot

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    I Forgot

    At night I see my death.
    I slowly take in every breath.
    I have this feeling that I can’t remember.
    Then my stomach tightens and starts to stir.
    This death I see is may be from before.
    My body is terrified to its very core.
    I wish I knew why.
    I had to die.
    Why had all of a sudden I remembered my childhood?
    Before three weeks ago my memory was just good.
    Now my memory is absent.
    My mind seems to have a dent.
    I forget everything.
    Even the words to a song I sing.
    I’ll start to say a sentence.
    Then my memory seems to have wiped of its existence.
    I sleep and I sleep, yet I still feel restless.
    Is there something I don’t remember but should confess?
    Why am I forgetting.
    This huge something?

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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