Faded photographs set aflame,
Graves marked with no name.
Clock gears now rusted,
The hands start to slow.
The world now corrupted,
All light lost in shadow.
Those ages seemed timeless,
Those days worth more than gold.
The nostalgia leaves me aimless,
When darkness takes hold.
As my eyes fade to gray,
I realize nothing gold can stay.
8/7/2020
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Blatherings
PoetryJust a collection of poems I'm writing during quarantine. Note: some/most of my poems can be dark or depressing. I usually use poetry as a way to vent out my emotions, so what you see here is either what I see happening to me or an alternate world k...
