Selective Memory's Destructive Game Poem by James McLain

Through the fog of time, memories fade,
Selectively, they dance, a masquerade.
They choose the fragments, both light and dark,
A tapestry woven with a heartless spark.

Tenderness vanishes, like morning dew,
Only scars remain, vivid and true.
Forgetting laughter, joy, and embrace,
Selectivity memory breeds a barren space.

A weapon disguised in forgetful guise,
Tearing apart bonds with venomous lies.
Selective memory, a double-edged sword,
Both protector and destroyer, to its own accord.