• ©Alyssa Skyes

Growing Past

Musics in the background, I close my eyes

cologne travels far, filling my mind

Searching memories and contributing

To places in time, it might be sorcery

Scenes re played and I feel them still

Things I’ve done, against my will

Over and over each time it gets bolder

Colors intense but the filming is older

The viewer attends but remains clueless

A watcher intent on meeting the ruthless

And Time, all the scientist mixing the vials

Creating new strains to put up on trial

Slowly a stroll down memory lane

Hand in hand, savoring what causes pain

A thought? A connection? events that last

Leave me be I scream, but I am one with the past

©Alyssa Skyes

Poetry Vein | Growing Past

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