Memory Bank Poem by Josh Alfred

Memory Bank



What will I deposit?
What will I withdraw?
A thought, what was it?
Something blue eyes saw?
An idea that appealed
To my pleasant sensation
Or a pain, now concealed,
Inside my banking system
With eyes I am informed
Imagination, like a storm
Memory my life adorned
Outside those flaunted norms.
What shall I withdraw or take?
From or in my memory bank?

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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