And My Memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

? Days and Counting.

Submitted: February 24, 2018

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Submitted: February 24, 2018



And My Memory

Can I say so much,

With so little?

A smooth stone lying on the shore,

Who has caused so many ripples?


Can I still judge,

A gathering of no consent?

Do I hang on to the years,

And pass them off as the present?


And what will I remember,

When my mind becomes overthrown?

“Purest thoughts of the future,”

Headlines the tempered gravestone.


But maybe I look too much,

At something so far away.

But in those moments of one,

I’m caught in frustrating disarray.


Who will I be remembered as,

The father or the fool?

Will I be a king,

Or a greaser stuck in high school?


Will I be a filmer,

Catching the world’s fluid frame?

A writer with an angst,

Who could never find anyone else to blame?


A kid found fractured,

Fresh from the relationship ride?

A new world to discover,

But nowhere left to hide.


A friend to the many,

But struggling to find any meaning?

A smile plastered in the daytime,

A sadness hung in the evening.


It was as I said,

To be caught in disarray.

To be taught right and wrong,

But recognize the world as gray.




If I focus on the near,

There is much to confess.

How hopeless it seems though,

A life left in moments to express.




In a months time,

A passion left, a lovers smitten,

Does this chapter scrawl on,

Or is it left unwritten?


? Days and counting,

Something I cannot answer.

An unknown value,

A kind of spiritual cancer.


But if time has revealed anything,

The future is still a distant sight.

Before I can reveal everything,

You can find me in the heights.


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