You think of something that you know
Reach for it in your mind
But when you do it isn’t there
It’s something you can’t find

  Some fact, some knowledge that you use
On every single day
But when you want it desperately
You find its gone away

And yet you know there’s naught amiss
That there is nothing wrong
Although it isn’t there just now
It won’t be gone for long

Like rabbits in a warren
Memories know their place
Each one has its hidey-hole
Knows where to shew its face

A regular existence
They aren’t the least perturbed
Each comes when it is called for
When life is undisturbed

Until one day a dark shade comes
And calm pretence is shed
They do not know which way to go
Fear and panic spread

Run Rabbit! Run Rabbit!
Burrow deep and quick!
Fight or flight? Which one is right?
Stratagem or trick?

So Run, Rabbit Run!
Burrow deep and fast!
Find a place to hide
Bury all that’s past!

Memories disturbed
Warren in a mess
By a ferret named
Post traumatic Stress

Post traumatic Stress
That is what they said
Telling me it’s all
Something in my head

Can they really know?
How much can they see?
Can they really tell
How things seem to me?

Everything is strange
Nothing’s what it seems
It’s like living life
In other people’s dreams

Where things once were fixed
Much is now displaced
Old familiar thoughts
Mentally misplaced

Memories have gone
Some just hide their face
Some go underground
Vanish every trace

Others re–appear
Ones long out of sight
Leaving darksome earth
Blinking in the light

Rabbits of the mind
Hopping into view
Woken from their sleep
Darkness they eschew

Memories suppressed
Shew themselves once more
Ones I thought long dead
Leaping to the fore

Hiding them away
Didn’t solve a thing
They were biding time
Waiting there to spring