Cloudy Memories

Once a figure of my childhood,
Now a dust gathering object.
Once a figure which brought happiness,
Now a lifeless object.

Before the remains after a long dispute,
Now a wizard casting an enigmatic aura amongst my room.
Before used and used and used like a name.
Now aeons since touched by a loving hand.

Formerly marked by bright bulks of blue,
Now faded in colour like my memories.
Formerly streaked with a bright yellow sun and vivid white clouds,
Now dull and dark like my feelings have grown.

It reminds me of a childhood,
As I near closer to adulthood.
It may be a victim of age
But there’s a story to be told after every turn of the page.