by farrahdomid

The world spins around,
Time moves forward,
The past becomes a blur of
Half-forgotten, partly life-changing
Events that rearrange the future.
Yet, the present bores a quite
Regal resemblance
To the stack of Polaroids
Trapped inside the dusty shoeboxes
Lining my closet wall.
As those photos have been
Sequestered&reduced to
A meaningless existence,
My present seems to
Tell the same story.