Excavate

Carefully peeled back those layers
that which over years did accumulate
to find a place where time was innocent
with morbid fascination to excavate


There were nothing but old memories
yet they proved so hard to find
hidden deep within those recesses
of this now, an overcrowded mind

Over the years it became much harder
some even permanently locked away
They come like ghosts only to vanish
to please, to frighten; we beg them to stay!

The End

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