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The subconscious is a wonderful playground...most of the time.

 

Those hated seconds of memory bright
The hint of scent, a mournful tune
All conspire in moments dark
To drive the sorrow through the night

They sneak upon us unaware
Assassins of our rational thought
To cut and thrust at wounded heart
To bleed upon a soul laid bare

No respite from their wish to harm
Invading minds with ne'er a care
They linger, quietly, waiting chance
To bloom and rip at hopeful calm

 

@Scribe2018

[AmazonianQueen]

Deep ...hope your ok bruv x

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3 hours ago, AmazonianQueen said:

Deep ...hope your ok bruv x

Thank you my lady, and yes I am just fine ~smiles~ it is thoughts of the moment put into rhyme, and not a lingering feeling x