Lost Thoughts

My mind escapes the room; drifting to the past,
A place where magic of memory is cast.
Powerful enough to drain my mind,
Forsaken memories in the way I find,
In a loop of endless cycle,
The phases of denial and survival.
The past is long and deep,
Moments I regret; it safely keeps.
I being trapped there; the time moves on,
When I will retrieve; the present will be long gone.
Is it only me or everyone in this room?
People being chained and forgetting to bloom.

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