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REVERIES
In moments alone
(in my madness)
they revisit me --
memories emoted
from the depths
of the cerebral past
like slippery eels
slip away in the dark
leave me doleful
in the loneliness
of depression
powerless over both
the past and present.
Pretty powerful stuff,
Pretty powerful stuff, memories dark have a way of doing that to you.
Nicely penned.