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Clasping Memories
I clasped
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up
Unlike his adult version
I hark back to those times
Where each breath sparked imagination
Fear had no grip on me yet
I had the courage
To climb and explore
Age has battered me
Tried to take he best out of my soul
Somehow I survived
Maybe through the courage I had as a boy
That never really left me
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up
Unlike his adult version
I hark back to those times
Where each breath sparked imagination
Fear had no grip on me yet
I had the courage
To climb and explore
Age has battered me
Tried to take he best out of my soul
Somehow I survived
Maybe through the courage I had as a boy
That never really left me
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