Memories rewinded like a reel
Failing to project good old days
Submerging the white in black,
Fortressed the rays of happiness
Reel screeched for the real,
Yet perception still seized by black.
The hope for light faded
Lids like coffin for my eyes.
Fury of breath reverberated in silence,
Still remained throb of expectation.
Darkness sang dirge for memory
Showcased respect in black attire.
A displaced tile oozed ray of hope,
Spreading shadows in brown.
Darkness stooped with fear,
Trickling down memories I cherished.
thank you sir for not letting me go alone (reference to your poem) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely depiction of the triumph of blissful nostalgic feelings over gloomy melancholy. A well articulated poem nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Joy. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.