Illusive Memories

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  • Life

    Illusive Memories

    Reminiscing things with pain.
    Excluding them through the pouring rain

    Knowing what is coming.
    But still not running.

    Knowing I have pride
    Yet never cried.

    Never shed a tear
    Even when appalled with fear.

    Letting the past go.
    For something called; belief.
    Here is where it all ends, my grief.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Ares’s Poems (6)

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    Tilt ya head up 0
    Path Of Life 1
    Cycle of Life 1
    Identity 1
    Illusive Memories 0
    Addiction 0