was
looking over the memories of time
when
I found a door locked inside my head
it
had quite a stench and was covered with grime
and
from the locked door came a horrible sound
reality
suddenly became sublime
what
brought me back, the trembling of the ground
it
created a sensation that's profound
got
aroused by my increased anxiety
I
couldn't breathe, felt like I was being drowned
that
was in the past only a memory
which
is one place I know I should never be
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Terza-rima
Poem
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