Thursday, April 4, 2013

"Memory fleeting past" Written by John Fried


Memory fleeting past
Holes burning marks
Time long gone
I sit looking at the holes
Memories lost Sadness
I know where they were
Like sink holes Gone
Marsh lands mental quick sands
Sinking into the past
The future that was now
I look think now becomes then
It floods then leaks holes
Seeing her face her name is gone
Her feel is there body is mist
Her mind I knew thoughts blow away
Sunlight dark in my head
Holes
Hands cling to nothing
Lips touching air
Heart running still
Seeing nothing nothing everywhere
Grabbing for memories no longer there
Gone…


Written by John Fried
Posted on 03-23-13

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