The echo of my life
Always ringing in my night
Makes me wonder
If I did it, right
Medallions from my past
Memories floating on nostalgic crafts
Bubbling through my senses
Inebriating me with sorrowful droughts
Girls that I've known
Places I've been
The dead and the living
Of my nearest kin
Friends I've not seen
Friends I'll see soon
People I've forgotten
And a forgotten spoon
Riches of life
Impending doom
Weary body
Rest soon
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PoetrySmall collection of thought-ticklers. Take some time to understand the world in a mad hatter meets English professor kind of way - yeah... I think highly of myself.
