Deep down mind’s dark alley
Lies a room, almost a crypt,
With old memories stashed together
hazy, misty, nondescript

They were once fresh,
vivid and flagrant,
in times sunnier,
merry and vibrant

Until –

A day a friend lost,
A day a love broken
A day innocence died
Or a day trust stolen

Each time filled this room
With never-to-return memories
And I stay away from the crypt
To save myself the miseries