Willowed

Cradled memories
Buried deep within
Linger in the shadows
Repressed; compressed

Forgotten lullabies
Silent whispers
It all fades away
Might not return

Don’t unlock the door
Let the knock echo
I’ve already revisited
Memories you forgot

Watching the clock melt
Time is expendable
Timid youthful expressions
Amid a cluttered wonderland

How did I get here
Which way to get out
It’s all just a blur
Sinking in a blue fog.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-06-20

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