A Short Poem about Memories
I wonder where the memory goes when it gets locked away
A deep and lonesome corner, I think is safe to say
I wonder though if maybe its easy to define
A hidden place, a storage space deep inside the mind
From favorite songs
To where the fork belongs
And everything between
A place to store
The things that bore
And times people were mean
Where do these little memories go until they stumble back?
I would mind for us to find the memory storage rack
Alas someday I’ll find a this place inside the brain where memories seem to stay
But then again if memory serves… wait… what was I going to say?
About the Creator
Howdy! I’ve been writing for about 9 years now. Everything from plays to graphic novels to short stories to haiku’s about hating retail. Thanks for the support! Feel free to follow me on social media. Enjoy
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