Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Past

“The Past”

The picture fell on the floor.
The frame and glass shattered.
And beyond the horizon,
Nothing mattered.
But we live here in the broken mess,
We live in the remnants of what lasts.
Haunted by all the memories,
Of the past.
So like the past,
Life drifts away.
But hangs in your soul,
Waiting for words to say.

Danny Gunter

DWG 02-11-2014

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