Troubled Poem by David Blake

Troubled

Reflections, vauge fingerprints of
things long lost. Photographs
and dreams laughting at
something now unseen, caught in
the spiderweb of my minds eye.
Troubled by what I know that I
have forgotten. Visions now
intwined with the hazy vastness
of time never again to be seen.

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