Enfold & Forget – a poem

To enfold and forget, worries of old days

Left behind to rot, winsome future pasts

From secret sconces come round, at last

The truth in reality supercedes memory

And all that comes with unwarranted

Self-deprecation.

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In the bright days it breathes easier,

Near lost in those days of foreign

Feeling ice lands, where sparkles all

The world in dangerous trepidation,

Irradiated wonder surrounding a lure

Of self-assurance.

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What is learned now shall not

Be forgot for the crowding dry

Old recollections of days past,

Left by the wayside, dryside,

Now a blazing fireside, dry kindling

Consumed.