SandScript 2020

Memories of Lost
Destiny Brooks
My eyes were brimmed with fresh tears,
My back pressed against the cold stone wall,
It feels as if it has been years.
Years since I last heard your voice...
Fate is funny,
It seems as if you weren’t given a choice.
POETRY
A choice to live on...
The countless flowers wilt with depression beside me,
And I pick one up with gentle fingers.
The petals tilt their faces down and dive, drifting slowly in fall,
Just as my tears do,
And I can’t help myself, I call.
I call out to you,
Praying you would...Could...hear...
But my voice does not reach your ears
So, I sit,
My back against the cold stone wall,
With new tears brimming in my eyes.
With memories rushing past then fading.
Fading like the gentle pink in the petals of the flowers I hold,
Rushing past like the years that slipped by...
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