Poem: An Unraveled Tapestry
a cloud over memories
she cannot remember
a life afflicted by fog
she knows this place
holds some significance
these faces should
be utterly familiar
but it slips her mind.
what did I do
have I been here before
where am I
grasping with silent fingers
an unraveled tapestry
a stretched fabric
of a life
punctured by holes.
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