Memories Tattered Poem by K J

Through tattered memories
of downfalls and regrets.
An innocence looms
with these pains.

Like a rose
within hell's flames.

Yearn; I do, for its warmth,
and the pureness it hold.
But it dwells in a time
long since past.

Like a diamond
just past my grasp.

With the time this poem
will fade, stored in some memory.
But forever I will yearn
for innocence, just out of reach.

Like the stars
in faraway galaxies...........*sigh*