Behind dark alleys
Nightmares feed on my fears,
I dare not dig-
Memories deeply buried
Bottled tears,
In my well of reveries:
Submerged.
Drown me deep
In total oblivion
So I could live in light
And love again,
My dearest amygdala.
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
