Murderous memories

Those buried memories

Surges high in the wake of reverie,

Speaking to me with silent power

A whisper not, but

Stream of powerful memories.

The universe melts itself

When the soul merges with past thoughts

Leaving the footprints from the past

A firm footing to mark my trail within mind.

Days went by

Leaving the 'present' with me

Yet, all the ‘presents’ buried deep

Together with the memories

And none of these days

Stays with me.

Those buried memories

Surges high in the wake of reverie,

Speaking to me with silent power

I succumb often to all these memories,

Whether good or bad

They render a blow to my expansion.

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