A Blank Space In My Memory Poem by Reshad Scott

It's only a blank space in my memory once I begin to think about it.
Segments and pieces that have gone missing in time due to the unfortunate events.
How can one measure time, if time is just an estimate of how long one's been living.
There isn't a true sense of self-worth...
If you spend your time trying to be someone you're not.
Life is too short for us to be living it inefficiently
Our memories are the only possession in which we can hold onto.
Time has no true side in which it stays on, therefore our future is undetermined.
It's only a matter of time before we won't remember anything, because
As you can see it's only A Blank Space In My Memory once I begin to think about it.