I tried to restrain my memories, one of the few things I did best.
But thoughts continued to phase in and out of my hazy mind.
My heart refused to stay still, constantly it pushed against my chest.
It sought freedom, but remained confined in a bony bind.
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Memories Of Tomorrow
PoetryJust a few poems pieced together to paint a story......A story of a soul drowning in time
