Frozen Sand- A Poem

Reaching out to touch the fading glass

Of memories that have wandered past,

I see myself reflected back but

It is not me. Not who I thought I was.

I see the faces and I hear the noise

But it is all distant. A hum of 

Melancholy permeates through as I

Pick out the worst of days.

When I was not me but another,

Swapped with the person looking in.

Published by Lilymaeportman

I'm Lily, an actor, writer & voice over artist.

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