Ghostly Footprints of the Past
There are ghostly foot prints of the past.
Graves not visited and no farewells.
Not knowing the resting place to say goodbye .
There is nothing to cling to, no special item to put in a treasure chest.
Memories faded like pencil on paper.
There is ghostly foot prints of the past and shady faces of reality long lost
Image of little hands
Clinging to a toy bear.
There was letters, but that is gone,
Lost years...
If there was a map to where you rest,
With so many questions
and the tortured mind of never knowing the answers.
Unfinished business of the living and the dead can't speak.
I will have a glass jar filled with crave sand.
That is all you ever was,
A memory like a faded dream
In a glass jar, some where thats no where.
Locked in a box.
Copyright © Amelia Pond | Year Posted 2021
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