Flood of memories

I wake up one morning,

Finding me about to drown,

In a  deep and wide flood,

My flood of memories.

 

Days have passed,

Like a blow of wind.

Failing the fear inside,

With no sign of relief.

 

My mind and heart,

Plays a dozen prank,

Stuck between is my poor soul,

Begging for some peace.

 

Will I ever have it?

I don’t know,

But moving on,

Is no good joke!

….Sara

sad

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