Drudged Memories

Sometimes a few simple words,
Will drudge up a memory,
That runs through the hallways of my mind.

Bouncing around like a ping pong ball.
This game goes on back and forth,
Each move expertly calculated.

Thoughts of life and death,
Funneling like a tornado,
My bipolar opposites at their best.

Combating these thoughts,
Trying to sober them,
In my shell of self.

Trying to not lose control,
Of these feelings that the words,
Drudged up in my mind of memories long gone by.