polaroids from college parties,
heart-warming cards from family,
sports jerseys from high school days,
a shiny rock from yesterday.
all these cherished memorabilia
that i'd like to store away
in a wooden chest,
hidden from the light of day.
for they are too precious, absolutely priceless.
to leave them out, exposed and vulnerable
- how senseless!
but what's the point of
guarding yourself so fiercely
from other people
as if the light of day were evil.
when we all know
that if the memorabilia
were to be left in a chest somewhere,
it'd rot and decay anyway,
from fear, neglect, and the unwillingness
to share.
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Gone was time • poetry collection
الشعرYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
