A memory sat in the corner of my mind
And silently wept
For the moment it feared has arrived,
The dreaded moment when
It finally aged, pointless and hollow,
A fabric of mind worn-out and yellowed;
And in so doing exhausting the thrill,
Those old anticipations and pleasures lived
When revisiting.
Tomorrow the final, lonely walk shall dawn,
Inevitable, towards oblivion,
Towards where the memory shall expire
As silently as it now cries;
Where all its traces will disappear
Even in brief waking-hour dreams.
Well written in free verse, quite eloquently conveyed and profound emotions flow with imagery and vivid words.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I wonder where all memories go! Perhaps in the greater mind of Universe! This is a wonderful poem, Robert...10/10. Regards. Naseer