Shadows Of Unremembered Past

Where do those damned memories slink off to,

 the ones we stash in the darkest corners, lock 'em up and swallow

 the key, yet they keep on shaping us, night after night.

 Did it even bloody happen if it's lost?

 in the fog of a boozy haze? 

In the smoky recesses of our minds, these 

slippery ghosts etch themselves into our bones,

 even when we can't quite pin 'em down.

 We're marked by the scars of forgotten battles, and some-

times, the shadows cast doubt on their very existence. 

It's a mystery that'll haunt you - do those unspoken 

memories pack the same punch as the 

ones we can't help but remember?