Lost memories

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    Lost memories
    The glass is dark
    Black clouds roil within
    In vain I try to see

    My orbs of sight are straining
    Sensing something buried
    Deep within that endless night

    Show some sign of life
    A spark to split the gloom
    Let me see, oh let me see

    The glass tilts, the darkness swirls
    Tiny shreds of something within the ebony unfold
    Hidden for so long

    Part this cursed blackness
    That light may shine on me
    And show me the past I need to see!






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    laydbak1 commented on Lost memories

    08-05-2009

    I enjoyed this very heartfelt and deep seated lament of searching forgotten memories for pieces that matter, and keep because they do... Good write here..
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    BridgetBowen

    08/06/2009

    I truly have no memories before I was 11. That is where this piece came from. Thank you for your take though. It's a great way to look at it. :)

    HarverTomsson commented on Lost memories

    07-23-2009

    Studly's right on this one, something good that a bit of polishing can make even better.
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    starborn commented on Lost memories

    05-22-2009

    nice I like ur work this poem is so refreshing to my ears... ur writing style is like warm milk &honey1
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    allenjermy commented on Lost memories

    04-28-2009

    When i read this one i think of an hour glass filled with black sand of time. "The glass tilts and the darkness swirls" emptying hidden memories into the light."part this cursed blackness" "show me the past i need to see" i loved it. i gave you a 10. buried within are memories of life and death...Don Folks
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    Grito commented on Lost memories

    04-11-2009

    free, sorry, LOL!
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