As I strolled through the hallways of my memory
I glanced at the faded images on the walls
Unframed, unnumbered and unorganized
They had my name and droplet of my tears
Some were worn
Some were torn
Some were crushed
Some were erased
Some were written in a haze
No two pages were the same
Stolen, distorted
Rewritten, rebound
Tells a different story than my own
Deception, anguish, sorrow
Pages I'll never recover
Redeem
Reclaim
Stolen pages of my life are gone forever
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- Thomas © 2008
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10 Poems
PoetryThese words usually sneak into my consciousness at the most inopportune moments. I often scramble to find a surface to give them wings, please read and share to help them take flight. "Poems are never finished - just abandoned" - Paul Valéry
