Recollection

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Memories surround and I have a frown, when I’m down for I can’t piece together the broken glass fracturing me

Submitted: July 06, 2019

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Recollections begin as I lay and dream, for I see the real me, I have no need to see, for the past is nothing but that of what was forgotten, what is that I see? a door, but what is this on the floor, roses, white and pure but not anymore, as I walk this path of recollection gazing at the mirror ahead I feel thread, I watched as I bled, it was all in my head, why can’t I run, I feel done, what do you want me to see?, dared to walk close I feel no need, only the truth is what I seek, my walls fall, and that was all, roses turned red with blood, for I am fractured, white snow, begins to lace with an encase, as I see an unfamiliar place, I look up to the sky and try to find the light, to my delight I raise my hand to the moon, red as blood, and I feel peace, white snow turns red from my innocence for I am awakening, and it’s just the beginning, as I fracture and fade all my memories away, leaving me as helpless as a stray, for I am now brought back, and here I am.



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