Weighed down by belongings
Trying to hold on to memory -
But books, souvenirs, postcards
Tell a past I barely recall
If I wasn't depicted, observable
In photos on my phone,
In my room, around me
I'd swear I'd never existed at all
©cih15, 23:01, 03.11.15
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.