![]() The PileA Poem by Mr. Lopez
Among the jumble of keepsakes
The gems and the jewels There were slices of heaven And promise for fools Pieces of places with names From the past Framing the faces Who's smiles wouldn't last Some shards from the mirror Some ash from the flame Some whispers of stories Whose end never came The voice of a victim Who cannot be heard Letters in limbo That don't spell a word The cipher, the shadow The run away train The cycle repeating Again and again The pile so high that It's top I can't see All falling so far So far behind me © 2016 Mr. LopezReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 13, 2016 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 Author![]() Mr. LopezPhoenix, AZAboutI was on the site once before a while back but I hit one of those bumps in the road that knocks you harder then the average pot hole. So I'm back and have very fond memories of this writing community... more..Writing
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