old dreams

light streams through my window;

an old thought; a black widow –

weaves webs inside my head.

it makes me lead;

scared to move, lest i regret

more and more and more.

those i’ve lost: never to see again.

places i’ve been: never to visit again.

my memory’s fade; the point?

we are to die.

to forget.

to regret.

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