An Original Poem of Yearning and Memory by Axton Mitchell

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Yearning Memory

What a blessing it is

to yearn for your own

memories.

Maybe it’s a curse

I seem to have forgotten

the words; you see my lines get all

jumbled up in my mind’s eye

before escaping through my

closed teeth,

struggling to

keep them in.

I gaslight myself so much;

I almost wonder if I started this fire.

I’m feeling weak,

week

by week…

I’m feeling more weak.

Someone keeps feeding the flames,

controlling them,

no longer feasible

to me.

I

choke on the smoke

no longer.

When the blaze continues,

they will know it was not me

who lit the inferno.

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A Note from the Poet:

Below is a photo I took on my Haunted Tunnel hike this week. This is the sole inspiration I used to create the above poem. “Yearning Memory” was created for day 47 of 100 poems in 100 days.