Old Broken Memories
By Imogen F
Memories lie in different places,
Captured, printed, locked in a wall behind glass,
Crumbling, fading, losing the power of its appearance,
An old broken memory.
A crack appears after me
Shot to the hard, rough floor,
Forgotten and shoved into the darkness,
An old broken memory.
Taken out of my safe wall of glass,
Torn apart,
And so are the memories that are now nothing but
An old broken memory.