Shades of Yesterday

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin 1853 are held in my dim lit realm of shades from yesterday Some worthy of remembering Some lost forever Each moment lived in accordance to the times Whether running reckless through childhood struggling to fit in to unknown worlds that seemed so distant To the age of youthful exuberance when girls found me interesting Until I wasn't The lost decade of athletic endevors which became a world of its own With its own rules Contracts signed, then tossed away like trash from injury Left to ask "What now?" The years of sexual pursuit, for pursuit's sake which left love wanting from the welcomed joy of fleeting satisfaction to the unwelcomed sadness from the last kiss of romances that gave birth to the loneliness of silence which cradled me when weary from dreams once filled with color that turned to black and white before leaving a hole in my soul from being toppled by winds of illusion Until I learned how to stand Reborn from the fragments eaten along the way As I disappear into the night I won't look back It's a world where I have already been 8/25/20 Contest All the little pieces