A nurse goes into the room:
The aged need their pills to forget again and be released from a mind trapped in memory.
But one man, "sick and ill", sees past the wonder of new and looks back to the old.
There, in safety, he remembers the past.
The pills don't work on him: his mind is too stubborn to forget.
They say it's dementia, or some illness with a complicated name.
But maybe it is something else entirely, not the figment of a sick mind.
Maybe it is his way of forgetting what the human race has come to,
And taking it back to the way it used to be,
A splash of colourful memory
In a grey cyber world.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Surroundings
PoesiaAnother book of poetry, maybe slightly more descriptive than the previous one, "A Dark Thought".
