Reverse Abecedarium

Zig zags carve my mind, bringing forth
Youthful reminders of
Xenial days revolving around friends and family.
Withered and dying,
Voices begin to echo
Unbidden and unwelcome
Through my subconsciousness,
Succumbing to illogical
Reason, it is hard to
Quantify their existence.
Pulsing and painful,
Obsessive and oppressive,
Manifest themselves.
Lest these demons take hold,
Killing my sanity by
Jostling and jeopardising my
Identity, it is
Happy Days, fond memories which
Guard and protect my
Fragile persona,
Diverting the
Cancerous delusions,
Banishing them from my soul:
Alert and aware, they are my Angel.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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