Tameasa Provencher

Tissue and Boxes

Memories in boxes
packed safely away.
Packaged so neatly
commanded to stay.
Tick, tock, ticks the clock
it stands on the table.
As the thoughts march in
mixing truth with a fable.
Tears fill my eyes
as fear fills my soul.
My mind is a child
my body has grown old.
Memories can't be packed
in tissue and boxes.
For as darkness fills the air
my mind just unlocks them.

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