Memories pass my eyes like falling rain,
Each one of them different and unique,
Some remind me of suffering and pain,
And new ones hover never hitting my feet,
Time measured by what’s been and gone,
It’s sad that my memories are not shared,
I may as well have been deserted alone,
Than watch these memories turn to air,
It’s good to think back and be humbled,
All the things you’re still yet to achieve,
Watching all of the falls and tumbles,
Between every breath that you breathe,
I sit and watch new memories coming forth,
Wondering what shape they will take,
A memory can never be a valid thought,
Just as dreams disappear as I wake.
P D Dawson (Darkimagination)
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Very beautiful and the last line ended it perfectly.
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Thought provoking write. I especially liked the last two lines. Though, we think of memories as events of our past, there can be visions or feeling of deja vuh and it makes me think of if those could be memories of possibility later on in life that could be experienced and then remembered later on in life. Thanks for sharing this though provoking piece.
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