Where Do They Go?
Our minds are
wondrous and amazing
All too often
thoughts seem to
hide...
disappear...
remove themselves...
When this happens
Where do they go?
Do they hid in the
deep recesses of
our minds...
become a memory
that reaches out
at just the right time
Or...
the wrong one
As I age, too many times
I grasp for words,
thoughts,
memories,
and my body and mind
fail me
Is it a form of protection?
Or...
Something deeper,
darker,
more sinister,
conspiring to capture our souls...
Copyright © 2015 Annie - Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
wondrous and amazing
All too often
thoughts seem to
hide...
disappear...
remove themselves...
When this happens
Where do they go?
Do they hid in the
deep recesses of
our minds...
become a memory
that reaches out
at just the right time
Or...
the wrong one
As I age, too many times
I grasp for words,
thoughts,
memories,
and my body and mind
fail me
Is it a form of protection?
Or...
Something deeper,
darker,
more sinister,
conspiring to capture our souls...
Copyright © 2015 Annie - Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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