I felt like posting a few more things to my blog. This is one of my poems. I wrote this while in my Robert Frost phase. I often enjoy writing poetry that rhymes, but there is a danger in that. Are you writing for the idea, or for the rhyme?
Don't Fade Away
There’s nothing left to linger,
Deep within my head.
The memories have all faded,
And soon they will be dead.
Black and white photos,
That once burned so bright.
Now only flicker,
Like matches in the night.
And when the mind decays,
The heart is sure to follow.
Yielding to the void,
Becoming frail and hollow.
Will I be no different?
When all is finally gone.
I’ll vanish like the moon,
In the light of breaching dawn.
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