Ephemeral joys of youth
Still echo in dried rivers
The vine trees remember me
As they hum love songs in my chest
I got this far to see my home
Dishevelled in rust
Today, decades too late
The ghosts scream in rage
In a crooked dimension
I see my family smiling
Sharing distorted happiness
Of unrequited affection
The demons linger
They keep me warm
Prolonging this obsession
Reliving sweet nightmares
Of ephemeral joys of youth
Echoing in dried rivers
The vine trees remember me
As they sing love songs in my heart.
Bittersweet Memories
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Bittersweet Memories
PoetryLife is ephemeral although, the emotions conjured will leave an imprint in our world and live on... beyond our existence.
