Tag: the past

• the past complex

  Creamy-walled rooms bare the marks of each year.Another year passes;another year is gone. An influx of new and old faces smacks me with tears;once the wound has healed, another mural bleeds into dull palettes. Another year passes; another year is gone. New voices. Old ones fade to oblivion. Each face shreds like paper into the…

  shakespearian12

  November 25, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  free verse, musing, poem, Poetry, the past, time, Writing