Memories

Updated: Aug 25, 2022

Caged in four walls of skin,

it is paper thin

and can’t withhold what is in.

It’s like a cage,

or a prison

that no one sees.

I lay down to sleep

with the enemy,

this creature

teasing up my memories.

It feeds

it plays

with my memories

forcing them to my mind’s eye

a cinema for only me.

This creature keeps me up

so it can romp,

I’m already dead

from my memories.

- Samual Curtis

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