Visiting Memories
Every day it comes to visit,
demanding entrance,
uninvited.

It overwhelms me,
clouding my mind with pain,
like gray clouds in the sky
blocking out the sunlight,
it fills my heart with sadness.

Overpowered by the strength of it,
conquered,
I fall upon my bed and weep.

                       
Mary
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