Kelly Zion

Freshman - 507 Points (11/27/1994)

Forgotten Music - Poem by Kelly Zion

As the rains of time wash the streets
where people used to dance
and all of time’s memories
go washing down the drain
we begin to slowly see
all that we have left behind.

In a world that soon forgets
all that it ever loved
we have so little left
because nothing really stays
it’s all just a ragged breath
in this world of pain.

People come and go like fashions
as we try to catch the time
but we will never get there
because we’ve left ourselves behind
we are the eagles
who have forgotten how to fly.

Our singers die in the wayside
leaving trails of dead CDs
as a last memoir to a forgotten time
never saved and never played
as the world makes way for a new age
and leaves the music to slowly die.

Our people strive so hard
to come up with something new
but as soon as they create it
it’s already grown old
they give us their hearts
and we just let them go.

The last remaining fragments
of discarded discoveries
are left alone in a graveyard
like a deadly disease
and the people forgotten
along with their dreams.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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