The memories I so cherish are slipping away
Leaving me with a creeping fear I can't allay
The fear of becoming just another distant memory
A flickering image of what I used to be
Trapped between your dusty photos and old tales.
Whatever thought you had of me pales
Threatening to creep into the closet of your mind
Into the corners of your brain's forgotten design
Before it shrivels and disappears.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Forgotten
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