Encapsulated Lane

It takes much from me to walk this lane
Where grey, sour memories swing from every branch
And paths are embellished with cringing embarrassment
Shaded by down-turned lips
So that the sun can’t see
And my joy is lost in the darkness
So I want to turn back so badly, to the way I came
But I move on
Spreading new, live seeds all the way
Hoping they’d grow and bear me instead
Good, good memories

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