Blurry faces
Live in my mind
Ununderstood messages
Rotting in a state of depression
Rigged at the dock, but never sailed
You are a blurry faceFoggy but not forgotten
And lost but not left behind
Clearly still there
Etched into past memories
Standing by for recollection; waiting to be remembered.Has anyone noticed what type of poem this is?
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Footprints of the Soul//Poem Book
Poetrywe all leave footprints wherever we go a piece left behind of what we know