poetry by j matthew waters


memories stacked neatly
in locked up photographs
once prominently displayed
now distant and dustless
like oddly real dreams
never truly understood

do I dare open the box
and relive all the fears
hidden behind nervous smiles
below cloudless skies
never imagining the future
would ever come to this

december two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “grayscale

  1. I find this very moving. I listened to it three times. Thank you for sharing your words.

  2. A scary thought … those dreams unfulfilled..

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