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Things forgotten( an ode of memory) by Linda Masilela

Linda Masilela | March 23rd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

The recollection of events
Is the oxygen of existence
For those who forget
Struggle to breathe
But the elders have taught us that
There is nothing more dangerous
Than an unchained memory
It slips between the fingers like
Grains of sand
It’s fleeting like sounds of chirping birds
On a midsummer’s afternoon
It’s a silent whisper exchanged
By those who scream with their mouths closed
If memories are unchained
Life is nothing else but a song of misery.

Poet Bio

I am a poet at night and a medical student at day.

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