Backpack of Memories

My backpack of memories
Is too huge 
With multi layered chambers
Cocktails of anxiety, hope, frustration
Bitterness mixed in right proportion
Will taste fine and sweet. 

Memories 
As fire in the deep forest
Unattended 
Ought to survive 
With the resilience of a street's child.

A rampage
Would expose the me
Vehement Venomous me
In the perfect symmetry 







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