Emotional Reflection

I find memories languish in deep fog. They're nothing but shadows, they come and go. A silent movie, without dialogue. A darkened play with laugh tracks and freak show. Sometimes life's skies turn black, become a storm, And salt water will stream from our sad eyes. We'll find trembling hands can never conform, And cry from wretchedness, questioning whys. We are nothing, we'll be nothing after. In between are days filled with tomorrow. On greenest hills stand stones of hereafter, With years etched for the time we all borrow. We understand life is filled with wonder. Yet some are weakened, broken asunder. contest Rhyme Time 5/26/15