SLIVERS OF ACIDIC MEMORIES

As a deer chewing its cud, ruminate on it.

Nibble off additional leaves of its bitterness.

Take slices of past misery into you consciousness,

Slivers of acidic memories with astringent flavor.

 

Revisit the bittersweet days of early childhood

Mostly a melancholic existence of enduring agony

Entwined with an occasional interplay of ecstasy,

Happenstances of infrequent joyous incidences.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Story of my childhood.

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