#97

My brain’s many folds

Hide the things it holds

The testing truths, the lovely lies

The ifs and buts, the hows and whys

Tears and fears and broken dreams

And emptiness bursting from the seams

Here and there a happy patch

Where the thoughts of freedom hatch

Now and then your memories pass

I fail to make them stop.Alas!

It seems my brain is leaking blood

And I am drowning in the flood