Memories

Memories are treasures for us to keep

Although they can cut through so deep,

All the pictures parading in the mind

Are missing things that were meant to bind.

Remembering things that we hold dear,

Will become slippery and forever disappear,

Still they must not fade away, not now

As we keep living through them somehow.

Memories become aching moments of melancholy,

Entire oceans that keep us from reality,

We experience bliss that turns into our fears

And end up miserable, bursting into tears.

Remembering is the autumn in our lives,

Sad piano notes cutting like sharpest knives,

Tragic violin melody that cries like the rain

And ends the prelude that we we’ll never regain.

The roses those once were fresh and red

Will wither, rotting and hanging by a tread,

How cruel are the years that are passing by

And only bring feelings that that make us cry.

 Time won’t work according to our will

And bring back the past for us to feel,

All there is left is ashes and dust,

In our senses we can no longer trust.

All the memories will be gone with the tide,

Away from the shores that push us aside,

Those moments that we recall are just gone

And soon we realize we’re cold and alone.

We must remember while we still can

The dearest things that appeared and began,

When oblivion arrives everything will disappear,

The bittersweet past will be no longer clear.