A trampled soul heartache of misery,
Restless life in past history
Haunting shadows drifts over minds,
Lost memories gather, forced to rewind.
This and that the other thing,
Waves of anguish ancient melody sings.
Long ago, far away swept across space,
Just on the verge heart beating race.
Come back. On tongues tip it rests,
Remembering but not, failing the quest.
One, two, where do I belong?
I reach for light but gone far too long.
© Cynthia Clark
#memoriesrest #realisticpoetry
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