Withered  mind,still ticking along
But long has it forgotten those times,
It still runs
Not at the speed it once was,
As that is a time well forgot.
  
A fire in the mind
Smouldering
Burning
Igniting memories
  All those thoughts burnt,
pictures,
memories,
charred embers blackened.
  
A moment remembered
Like an old movie, a
Picture with no sound,
But enough for a spark to breath.
  
For but a moment
They are once again who they were,
Realising inside
The maze of burning thoughts,
of decaying memories
Inside is still them.
But locked away to those they remember,
May be they will recognise them, another day.
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