MEMORY

A faded image is what is left,
Of the time in which I no longer exist.
The image tells a thousand words,
Of a time when happiness used to persist.


A memory doesn’t lie,
Although a hoax is what it seems. 
An eternity is what has passed,
Between what I feel now and what I used to feel.


The memory darkens just as the reality,
Imagination seems to be the only light amid this insanity.
A dreams is what the memory is now
Signifying what life is and what life could be.

Read my poem A Thousand Dreams and some quotes about life and love.