Fading Photographs
Fading photographs collecting dust,
the images of moments from my past
like ancient aging metals caked with rust
from torrid tear-soaked dreams that didn’t last
and cast aside as hopes became aghast.
Stowed away behind my closet door
these boxed up fading photos you will find,
though hidden out of sight, I can’t ignore
these dreams now buried deep within my mind;
the ancient aging dreams I left behind.
These memories still haunt me late at night
while sitting all alone in my dark room
without a single dream that brings me light
to brighten up this ever-growing gloom;
all caused by fading photographs entombed.
September 19, 2024
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