Sepia Dreams Poem by soren Barrett

Sepia Dreams

An old photograph of a dream stored in mind's drawer
The faded past in sepia with urine stains and smell of must
In misty shifting landfills of mental garbage the familiar becomes strange
and what one has never seen feels like home
Folded and torn it shines like new

There are no children here

Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: children,home
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