The Crumbling Empire of Memories

Yet another work on nostalgia.

Sleeping in nostalgia...

Mirages of dust

Crumbles into my eyes

Brings cracked illusions of the past

  Like the aged frescos of Michelangelo

  Once heavenly, ethereal, and brilliant

Now painful, crumbling echoes

Doomed to disintegrate

And be sifted

Into the ashy mirages of dreams.

Ash stirred and whisked by the shifting presence

Of one looking into the past.

Author's Note

Please review and tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Now painful, crumbling echoes

Doomed to disintegrate

And be sifted

Into the ashy mirages of dreams"

I like this poem alot...Thank you for penning...:)...................

[Annie]

This was certainly a fun poem to write with the imagery. I didn't mean to, but I wrote with a similar idea as the Great Gatsby.

Anyhow, I digress. It helped when you stated what your part of the poem stood out the most to you. Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...............

[Laminators Dubai]

i think...wow! excellent sad write!
i liked it by my heart.

[Annie]

Awe I'm so happy!

[Annie]

... Well, I'm not happy that it is sad, but I am happy that you think it is excellent :)