In a Faded Photo
Darkness has swiftly fallen
and caught me unaware.
Upon an unknown path
in the middle of despair.
The footsteps I hear behind me
are the ghosts of yesteryear.
Lights that use to guide my way
seem to all have disappeared.
Foggy are the memories
that once had held a smile.
In a faded photo stands a weathered man
where once there stood a child.
2/14/20
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2020
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