Slowly I drifted,
I found myself on an island alone.
But the gentle breeze whispered to me,
the trees swayed to a beat.
My eyes heavy from the journey,
I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was in my bed at home
In a plain house.
Away from my island home.
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Old Memories
PoetryWarning: some of this content might trigger certain audience members. My memories flood back to me. I remember being so broken while I smiled that year. Now I'm barely smiling and no one seems to notice. But I notice, I'm not the same and there is...
