Afterglow

This poem stems from the inevitable passage of time. Childhood memories are fainter than they once were, which reminds me of the afterglow after a sunset - fainter but still beautiful nonetheless

Where did my life go?

Like a scatter of light, my childhood has flowed

away, and never slowed.

My memories feel like a puppet show,

repeated over and over until the former joy is thrown

away. The dominos

in my mind are tumbling, they crash and never stop crashing, only leaving room for afterglow.

No more joy, no more childhood, no more glow.

Where did my childhood go?

Oh

what I would give for that scatter of light to come back, and submerge me in its idyllic glow.

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[June bug]

Where did my childhood go?
Oh what I would give for that scatter of light to come back,
and submerge me in its idyllic glow.

I really like this part, This is quite a write, emotional.
Well written.