Memory Breathes
A poem
By Bugsy WattsPublished about a year ago • Updated 5 months ago • 1 min read
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Memory breathes
claiming a life of its own
it breathes
reminding me how little I control
pulling the past forward
in the most pertinent way,
to recollect all I did
and didn’t say.
*
Olfaction the oxygen
memory inhales
to walk down the lane
of relevant tales,
where I stayed in reality
in pleasure and in pain,
now breathing little reminders
of progress in my brain.
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Memory breathes
to pepper a mundane life,
with moments of meaning
between all the strife.
Memory breathes
in the middle of a regular day.
It needs to breathe,
it has no other way.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
Got bit by the writing bug.
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