Memory’s mostly snake pit.
Tormenting vipers of Yesterday…stealthy, fast, fangs pierce nightmares, daytime peace.
Toxic venom swirls through veins, infects Tomorrow’s hopes.
Why, I wonder, does memory save worst of moments, days?
Surely there were events, times, people of blessing, beneficent…
Somehow they get deleted: mind’s hard drive refurbished, still faulty.
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