Memory
I feel a heavy leaden
weight
settle like sorrow
upon my heart.
Thoughts are cubical,
grazing the contours of
mind.
parched papery labyrinths,
of dreams and longing ,
I see
but cannot touch …
settle like sorrow
upon my heart.
Thoughts are cubical,
grazing the contours of
mind.
parched papery labyrinths,
of dreams and longing ,
I see
but cannot touch …
