The lost times

 

 

 

I am scared of the vintage.

 

For what I am speaking will remain in whispers.

For what I am writing will soak in papers.

 

The light in the picture is the light of the past

that had a life but not today.

The stories untold and events umpteen

are lost somewhere in the heap of dismay.

 

I must have lived somewhere in the yore

and living again with no instinct.

The day will come when I too will be gone,

leaving behind my dust in synch.

Author's Note

I was just looking at some pictures quite old with faces that smiled and eyes full of dreams as if trying to convey a message that life goes on with the characters changed,listen to us.......

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

mesmerizing...lost souls...lost memories...speaking from the Grey world!

[Tate Morgan]

I love this one I think I can relate so well to it as other poets would.The romanticism of it is grand