MemoriesA Poem by Lord GuruThe old photograph emerged, From the tattered depths. The murky black pool, Though it was encour’ged, By its importance.
Like a bottomless pit. The cosmic black hole. Slowly moving its course, For old and wizened was it.
The woman and daughter, Were once my own. But long ago, They had gone.
Now I sit and weep, At the house we had together. The charred mattress’ now ash, Where my daughter used to sleep.
The old photograph fell to the ground, Now in its rightful place. It splishes
lightly in the murky depths. The depths in which I had drowned.
Upon the blackened floor I lay, I dive into the waters, Though now they are clear. And I shall stay.
My last breath before age takes me; “And I shall stay.” © 2015 Lord GuruAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLord GuruAboutI am a young "author" (I'll let others decide that). I enjoy writing very much. In school, while I don't excel much in other subjects, my writing has always been complimented, and eventually praised. .. more..Writing
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