I wade through a swell of
Polaroid memories,
the moments trying to pull me in,
to take me back to a day lost in
the fading pages of history.
I glance around, a sea of places,
Faces; some I remember ,
others that time has seemingly erased.
I feel the urge to let them drift me away
to some long-forgotten summer day.
In the swirl of memories,
those Polaroid snapshots of past days
I see a lost boy, wandering lonely
but in his eyes a glint of light.
If only he knew,
the journey would be hard
but the destination would have a beautiful view.
I see the beginning of a fight
that will last him a lifetime,
but one that is right,
a feeling inside
that can never be outshined.
I glance around at times
more innocent than now,
when all we wanted
was to laugh at sun rise
and watch as the burning skies
brightened those days,
excited for what the hours would bring.
Now burning skies only bring tears,
power hungry beings towering over the
the lives of the lost and suffering.
I wonder what our Polaroid memories
will show in the years to come?
Will it be the shame of everyone
for standing by whilst hope was
being held hostage
at the smoking end of a gun.
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Kyle
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