Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
skips on a vinyl, replayed so often
there's nothing left but broken sound.

a crinkled old photo floating
to the floor.

the continual blurring of video footage
in my brain.

the memories faded
but the feeling never went away.
Sea
Written by
Sea  United States
(United States)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems