Overall, 40 nice years,
filled with light,
easy going strong,
no real bad memories,
not then,
no, not then.
So why and where
and who and when,
opened the tunnel
and invited me in
and then blocked
the way back.
Looking back, now,
it's dark and empty,
no real bad memories
really remembered,
only darkness and
fealings of remembered pain.
Repressed memories
i guess, maybe,
the beginning of
the dark ages and
really, really, really
no way back.
Looking forward, now,
it's dark and filled with
unseen blackness,
and nothing to hold,
and nothing to keep me
away from depression.
The tunnel is one,
unlike me, i am what
i was, but i'm different, too
and will never again be who i was,
real or fake, true or false,
without depressed memories.
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