The shadows grow longer
shadows of things that once were
now are not
and will never be again.
Time moves on
and so do many people
but the shadows of times gone by
haunt my soul.
I remember what happened
during those dreadful days
days filled with death
and sorrow.
It is something I can never forget
for the shadows of time
will never let me
and so I will remember.
Till the end of my days.
Author notes
For prompt 9.
A bit ambigious as to it's meaning so read into it what you will.
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Oh memories, some good some bad, but all there and I can say I treasure them, because they are what I used to know and have taught me to be who I am. Though, sometimes that's not always a good thing.
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Indeed our thoughts and memories are what make us who we are...sometimes it doesn't make us nice people though so I can get what you mean.
Still thank you!
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