Existing Lost

exiating lostMemories….
They make us who we are
Memories….
They tell us what we were,
and gives us a glimpse
of what we will be…
But then a time comes when
you will not see your memory
walk out of your door… and
you stand alone by your window
staring out perplexed
trying to recollect…..
You won’t even know,
that your door does not exist
anymore where you believe it was…
You will forget that there is
something called a door
then finally your window
will also close on you…
shade by shade….
and in that blankness
you will exist lost

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    “They make us who we are
    Memories…”
    I agree. Thank you for the amazing poetry.

    1. vinodnarayan says:

      Thanks John for dropping by

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