01 February 2015

Let the Past Lay

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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