Poetry

Maturing Memory

Damon McGregor

Faces that once
Were crisp in my head,
Now are dull,
And diffused through the crowd.

Names that once
Surged emotions with sound,
Have now slipped through
The sands of my beach.

Memories with sentiment
Somewhere lost,
As if never was,
What was the point?

Posted Mar 2, 2018 in