Trying to remember, things buried deep
Experiences had, I'm trying hard to keep
The past grows blurry, the memories fade
The soul grows tired, a mind worn with age
A stitch in time, a moment to grasp
Slipping away, a sliver of the past
Looking for a key, something to remind
It wasnt always bad, theres been lots of time
Wilted lavender, a sweet familiar smell
Stimulates a memory, a story yet to tell
A past nearly forgotten, a piece of something good
Ill write it down on paper, ill carve it into wood
Anything to remember, to make it all seem well
There was a time before, I descended into hell
- Author: StephenJames ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2019 23:47
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Wow, I felt these words deeply, Beautifully written.
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