An Ode To The Memories

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!