Recollection

Born 13 years, after I died
within a single breath,
I close and open my eyes.

Memories of
the time before;
fade as they turn the key,
to close the door.

Locked inside
words I’ll never write;
stillborn thoughts
of another life.


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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