Yesterday's memories rot
in the hollow of my bones.
Now, I couldn't remember
my past, it's now sleep,

The future became unknown
yesterday, when my past
was buried in a coffin,
containing my old and broken

The coffin remains cold,
down where sound comes almost
silent, like a sunken song.
There, it all remains untouched,

Memories that left a faded color,
ambiguous, like pale skin
mixed with a vague pulsating
rainbow dot. A painted yesterday's

© Virginia H. Guarddon, 18 days ago
Free prose verse
Personal • Dark • Death • Sad • Metaphor • Misc • Life

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