From every person I meet, know of and speak to.
My mind maintains an intricate filing system I can peek through.
Dewey decimel-esque - recalling on minute details.
Full of life stories and picture mails.
It's almost like unwinding someone's entrails.
Fast forward or rewind - plays out inside my mind.
I can see a life in colour and times when they went dark.
In their final day - or where they got their start.
Don't know if this is what I would call smart
When most of what I see tends to hurt my heart.
So many Souls that have regrets.
And they don't even seem to know it yet.
"Yea, whatever you say", "I'll live my life my way!"
But it's in my mind always on replay.
And continues to haunt me every single day.
I never asked to see anyone's life or maybe I did.
Most times what I see isn't nice, I was just a kid.
Genie granting wishes thrice - just rub the lid.
This is the price - that I was bid.
~Ruby L.S.~
©️2023I.S.
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2023 11:29
- Category: Reflection
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Talk about memories!!! Because while reading, I envisioned computer files being opened, showing me glimpses of my life; even the ones I didn't want to see! "But it's in my mind always on replay. And continues to haunt me every single day"- what a line!! Very nice! ❤️
Yes! Pretty much just like that!
Thank you!! I appreciate your time and kind words.
This is good this is hood this is how poetry should climb into our minds w fantasize about as we whisper more than shout and dancing in the cloud design braved by poetic phrase you have defined. Or , I guess instead I could say nice?🏙️
You're too kind!
I appreciate your time and comments.
Varily we roll along
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