Captured memories and Faded dreams
Everything tears at the seams.
Each moment held by a Frame.
Page by Page revives the days past.
Friends gained and lost.
Pain and Joy spent at great cost.
The book of Forgotten days
Opens the Damn of Tears
The pages ripped from my mind
The looking mirror I stand behind.
Like this book, I stand alone.
A playful child full of joy
Now Lost in the clouds of misery gray.
A new page soaked by tears
I see memories Framed alone.
This old book placed on a shelf
Left to collect dust…
Need to expand this poem: Show times of joy, loss, sadness, alone & with friends. Make it a story.
