Memories
Memories
Crossroads keep old memories
They are flashbacks in disguise,
Painful memoirs of the past
Keep reliving through my eyes.
Demons sneak by Father Time
To bring me tears of sorrow,
I look up toward the heavens
For a sunrise I can borrow.
The demons are determined
I need angels standing guard,
My smile has been broken
and my laughter has been scarred.
My soul starts digging deeper
for a glimpse of golden rays,
I keep praying for a sunrise
To bring brightness to my days.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2020
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