Reminisce by Samson Fung
Sitting in a chair,
In front of a fire,
Staring at the flames,
...
I think of field mice in the rye,
and of birds chirping in the sky.
I think of children playing in the rain,
and of the wounded in enormous pain.
...
Reminisce
Reminisce by Samson Fung
Sitting in a chair,
In front of a fire,
Staring at the flames,
Feeling lost and dire.
Mist over eyes,
Remembrance,
A time before,
A reminiscence.
Happiness,
Washes away,
With memories,
Of better days.
Weren’t alone,
Weren’t scared,
Didn’t lose hope,
As you just stared.
The fire chars,
Time stretches along,
As all your thoughts,
Have stopped and gone.