An Ode To The Memories
An Ode To The Memories1 min 176 1 min 176
I struggle to find words,
In the midnight of memories.
Where one finds other immature
That it blocks words and sends tears.
I stand for a free fall
With a load of realization.
Some to transfer into paper,
Some to bury in the crematorium of memories.
The one into paper falls heavily,
Like a monarch in his monarchy.
Royal in respect, aesthetic in art.
With a name board of eternity.
The one in the crematorium turns into ashes -
As if it is a fire ground with pretty experiences.
The smoke spreads into a huge cloud-
Which hides the words and heightens the pain.
I struggle to read those words,
Of memories buried.
I feel they deserved a chance to be penned,
They deserved a chance to be reciprocated!
They are burnt for sure but their ashes aren't!