Sepulchered Memories
My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at the obscure edge of empty mind.
The pallet of life I filled with the sunrise sky,
its colors spilled in storm wind as it split apart.
Shards of pale canvas of memory lie decayed
in sepulcher of time while I wait to depart.
May 30, 2019
Contest : Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen : Sepulchered Memories
(Set in iambic hexameter)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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