SUNKEN DREAMS

A short free verse poem about past memories

my pictures are
but a past memory
nothing more
nothing less
for I hold on to
too much—It drags me down
but they're but a past memory
a cry in the dark
an urge to reach forward
my pictures are
but a past memory
enclosed in a box
with all my dreams
I've drowned abroad
without a reach
without a voice
my dreams are
but a past memory