Changes

dead memories

blank faces

hibernation

new cases

old you

new me

blinking eyes

don't see

new friends

old strangers

time flows

telling dangers

once bare

now concealed

true colors

are revealed

empty thoughts

distant places

with blank memories

and dead faces

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

What a perfect placement of words and line structure. This poem tells many tales all at the same time, all speaking of change
Reading it line by line it states change
Reading it by even lines then odd lines, it still speaks of change
And reading every three lines it still speaks of change
Yet each change is a different shade, a different hue!
I loved the way you crafted words into such imagery and meaning!
Great Job!