Deep down mind’s dark alley
Lies a room, almost a crypt,
With old memories stashed together
hazy, misty, nondescript
They were once fresh,
vivid and flagrant,
in times sunnier,
merry and vibrant
Until –
A day a friend lost,
A day a love broken
A day innocence died
Or a day trust stolen
Each time filled this room
With never-to-return memories
And I stay away from the crypt
To save myself the miseries
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Deep down mind’s dark alley
Lies a room, almost a crypt,
With old memories stashed together
hazy, misty, nondescript
They were once fresh,
vivid and flagrant,
in times sunnier,
merry and vibrant
Until –
A day a friend lost,
A day a love broken
A day innocence died
Or a day trust stolen
Each time filled this room
With never-to-return memories
And I stay away from the crypt
To save myself the miseries
- Reflecting on the futility of some good, old memories
April 16th 2015
