Where Do Our Memories Go To Die? Poem by Lazarus Knix

Where do our memories go to die?
Do they waltz through the walls of a laid-back mind?
Or leak through those vital moments in time,
Where a man must choose his particular side?

Do they dull with disuse? I do not know-
Ask any man, he‘ll say” I Suppose so.”
Yet it seems that memories are most powerful,
When they spring forth from a strong shadow.

Are the distracted agents of deviance?
Is a forgetful man an idiot?
No, but the slave of his own wishes,
Trapped in a land he has created,
Prison walls which integrated
Procrastinations that have procreated-

Yet NEVER in your life take
A forgetful man for a mental mistake.