Lost in the now
by fb
In past I dwell as I feel lost,
through lanes of memories I go
away from all that is the now.
With much, too much forgotten pain
my place is in the cellar of my mind.
I now am archivist who works
in underground and moldy rooms
where daylight never comes to me.
I place the files on rolling shelves.
Her work is great
Hi David
Thank you for rebloggiing my poem!
Thanks for reblogging this…it’s beautiful!
Very lovely, David, Ina’s poetry is wonderful; thanks for sharing!
A amazing poem…it is beautiful!
so few words, and so much given
That’s so sad…
You never disappoint, David. This is strong.
Beautiful.. so very sad.. I think many of us have felt this way..
So enjoy and admire Ina’s work. This is one of my favorites!