Neither Fond nor Bitter

They are dead, bleached white, like coral,
My memories. All still are there, but no
Longer have meaning. What made me
Happy? What made me sad? How did I
Feel those times I was falling in love,
Or climbing back out? I simply don't know.
I see faces, locations, events, and I recollect
What I was doing. I know what the weather
Was like, but nothing comes back with even
A hint of the way I that I felt. All feeling's
Gone, so I don't regret anything, do not
Know loss. I swim through a seascape in
Which all is dead. My memories mean
Nothing to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-22 at 22:56

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