Living in my Memory

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    Living in my Memory

    He spoke to me

    He frightened me with laughter

    He took my hand many a time

    And led me past silence into cool whispers

    Thin, wire fence

    In the mind, dividing the heart

    Back to the rain again

    At least it washes away the blood stains

    Which I thought would be forever

    This city inside could sleep infinitely

    But is awakened by a soul’s call

    Cataloging my sanity

    Wishing for it all to be a dream-

    But not knowing of this wish

    Strong subconscious

    The death of all joy has come

    Deceptive smiles encompass the day

    Only to meet bitter angst come dusk

    Omniscient at times

    Oblivious at others

    This paradoxil annoyance finally came to an end

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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