And life is filled with memories each grain of sand compacts
surrounded by cracked walls of me, so lost in thought abstract.
With every dream so hinged in hope eventually will rust,
entombed within a fragile cloak, with time shall turn to dust.
As waves surround to soothe the soul such heaviness they bring
and cling to life of fraying rope where songs no longer sing.
Behind each door lay clarity before it fell apart
all thought left for posterity held in this lonesome heart.
Expectations come and go within a troubled mind,
as sunshine held belief on show until the dark confined.
And golden days reflected faith, sandcastles in the air,
until sashayed a darkened wraith in pockets of despair.
But once there was a light that glowed in trance of life's new doors
to flicker with a glimpse they showed foundations to explore.
Until the day that triggers met when heaved the troubled soul
to build those mountains of regret when life lost all control.
Author notes
Image Credit
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A contest entry
- Pictures Speak Volumes by Nobody Royale.
1750 points, ended October 30, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Stunning
Piece of work. Your rhyme and flow are amazing. I love where you took this prompt. I was moved by the lines "And life is filled with memories each grain of sand compacts
surrounded by cracked walls of me, so lost in thought abstract.
With every dream so hinged in hope eventually will rust,
entombed within a fragile cloak, with time shall turn to dust."
And
"And golden days reflected faith, sandcastles in the air,
until sashayed a darkened wraith in pockets of despair."
Thank you for an amazing entry and good luck!
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Excellent
Another truly masterful write. You did so great with this one. Best of luck in the contest
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