I once had a dream
I couldn't see.
All I knew,
were other's memories.
I remember seeing a bright light,
it seemed like a saving knight.
It was like me,
Made of memories.
The stories they tell,
where everything went well,
It's not what it seems,
just old memories.
You've heard this tale.
All is not well.
It is but a dream,
just Broken Memories.
YOU ARE READING
As I fall to Ashes
PoesíaThis is a book of Poetry I write. None of it is edited and I'd love it if you commented your opinions. It's mostly depressing because writing is how I handle my depression.
