Here in this corner
Of my private Hell
Far to long
But yet I dwell
In time warps of mind
Crossing through lines
I forget so much
Most of it kind
Suddenly a flash
But just a glimpse
Faint memory
But just a hint...
Traveler Tim
I have amnesia now days
When I read my poems from the day before it always is the first time I’m reading them
Talk about a strange sensation