Tree Of Memories:
Within the stillness
Of hazy consciousness
Rooted in the past
It grows.
Sometimes I stand
In its gossamer shade
Woven from the images
Of people, places, and events.
Many are faded
And like the wilted leaves
Barely holding on
To the Tree of Memories
Afraid to let out a sigh
Not to tear them off
And loose to oblivion
I leave, quietly
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Poetrymy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
