NotebooksA Poem by LapseOfMindI found some really old notebooks of mine and this flowed out.
The past never leaves
It only drips from your skin Claiming space in your eyes It's choice is to live This gravity lifts me And reflects what once was Fingers bent on the broken Life with never enough And yet I'm in the distance This vision fading from sight Reminded memories whisper As I'm pushed forward in time © 2015 LapseOfMindReviews
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