Tangled Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cool breezes blowing, cooling and soothing taut muscles,
while letting the mind go aimlessly on a quest for know-
ledge.

Searching corners, looking beneath sheets, peeking in
darkened cellars in mansions of old.

Tattered, cobwebbed, each floor in utter disuse, rats
crawling decisively across the floor.

Tangled memories lining corridors in disarray - grasp-
ing arms as images lead you away into the past.