Memories Poem by Saju Abraham

Memories



Memories like thorns in the crown;
the more it fits the more you bleed.
Blood drips down your head;
thinking becomes painful;
memories inhabit every lane of thought.
You want the crown on your head,
But you want the thorns out.

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Saju Abraham

Saju Abraham

Alwaye, Kerala, India
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