Memories or Imagination?

I remember days gone by like the pages in a book,

Like the continual change in seasons, we see every day,

Would I still do them again if I had the chance today?

All those crazy little adventures that no other people took.

I can’t believe what happened, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t speak,

Of the things I’ve kept in silence for so long,

Is that why I have never found a place where I belong?

Does each and every one make me seem like a creep?

Did these things really happen? How did I go so wrong?

I was only seeking love; I didn’t mean to harm anyone.

Instead, I ended up hurting each and every one.

I was just looking for love, where I could belong.

Is it my imagination, or some perverted reality,

Stay silent, not a word to anyone; protect your own insanity.

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[Author's note: A sonnet poem exploring the conflict in a man's mind over things that he has done in the past. He is trying to rationalise whether they are real or imagined. His final decision is to continue to keep quiet about them. The rhyming scheme is ABBACDDC EFFE GG.]

Till next time,

Calvin

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