Poetry

Lost Memories

Alone at last you roll over in your bed trying to unwind

Spiraling through a whirlwind of unseen images

Events that only exist in the deep depths of your mind

Not to be mistaken with the current happenings of the day

Delirious you go out once again, if not only to forget yesterday

You start a new path often, never truly reaching the end of the road

Constantly getting lead astray by the intense pleasures life presents

Never thinking about the consequences and the debts that will be owed

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