Precious Memories?

I'd rather have remembered how things felt
Than recall what I'd seen. Now leached
Of nearly all emotion, visions of what was
Are dull. They're dusty snapshots without
Meaning, no more joyful or triumphant
Than the empty moments which make up
These present days.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-20 at 22:10

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Very relatable. Short and powerful.
2020-07-26