A Poetic Game.

The fragile span of memory’s bridge,
through life’s most unexpected phase ….

When your nightmares never cease.. .

I always love to be alone
among the older trees;
Marvel as to how they’ve grown —

The fragile span of Memory’s bridge,
Through life’s most unexpected phase,
In a bitter spell of mental chill —-

A highly metaphorical poem.

There is no reason to be spiteful.

What do you think about when someone mentions the word brainwashing?

Poetry at PoeticMC’s finest…

A poem I wrote.