Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Untenable Bastards

Memory is a game I lost long ago. So tell me your story, your tale of woe. "A face unmatched with any name; a scent of years in history; a scene I once consumed with eyes, a scene fades in, then slowly dies." Memory is a game that no one wins. And everyone loses, loses in time.
Request permission to use this poem
t
Written by
the-silver-albatross
Norwegian
Published
Nov 11, 2010
Lines·Words
30·57
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell the-silver-albatross how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write