amateur poetry
Shodowing echoes embrace, and suck my mind.
Past places, faces, hallucinations of time lost.
Resonating back sometimes , a gloomy day.
Only a lingering scent slowly decaying, forever lost in the ripples of time.
Pain pleasures, as moments are reborn in mind and soul.
Back to this, and hearts sudden wrench, pulls joy, injects loss.
Lamenting fruits, play out their last tricks of design.
Weathering, left raw, remains wilter, none left.
Now here left, forever beyond the end of time
Past places, faces, hallucinations of time lost.
Resonating back sometimes , a gloomy day.
Only a lingering scent slowly decaying, forever lost in the ripples of time.
Pain pleasures, as moments are reborn in mind and soul.
Back to this, and hearts sudden wrench, pulls joy, injects loss.
Lamenting fruits, play out their last tricks of design.
Weathering, left raw, remains wilter, none left.
Now here left, forever beyond the end of time