Like a memory before memory
Snow inside a crystal globe
Always gentle, someways healing
To the ailing mnemophobe
.
World been shattered all to pieces
Knowing never where to go
Let the restoration find you
Silent, safe within the snow
Like a memory before memory
Snow inside a crystal globe
Always gentle, someways healing
To the ailing mnemophobe
.
World been shattered all to pieces
Knowing never where to go
Let the restoration find you
Silent, safe within the snow
8 lines and so much of thoughts.. good one!
I appreciate it. Thank you for taking time to comment.
I give you a thousand points for the use of the word mnemophobe… not only in a poem, but for making it rhyme also. Granted, we are following the point structure of “Who’s Line is it, Anyways?”.. so..
No better point system anywhere.
Love this one too, Owen. You amaze me.