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.Continue reading “Drudged Memories”