Flashback

The only thing we do when we are alone is start remembering the past , the happy/sad moment.So this poem is based on this read and discover....:)

Flashback

When it blinks,

The memories 

Flows a heavy quantity,

Remembrance of past,

Have conserve,

Pleasant smile on face,

Indicate the good one,

But it never came back,

The past time,

Silently remain in the heart,

The marvellous memories 

Taking ahead to the future,

The presence,

When I turn to woe,

And no one to listen,

It takes me to flashback,

My eyes,

My mind,

My heart,

Make me hale again,

Fed my loneliness,

With it I shall walk through,

Like an eternal message,

Mandate me to choose right,

It bon voyage me,

To have bliss in future.

Author's Note

Hi there, I guess you guys might have gone through this stage. So read ,like, comment.
I'm waiting for it.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

Yes, memories are some what like ever present angels who guide us through future events. You may "hale" them again and again as you need them to help you overcome woe and loneliness. I enjoyed the way in which you personified "memories", "flashbacks".

[Fahmida]

Thank you!

[Zahra]

This is a really nice description of flashbacks, enjoyed this poem. Nicely done

[Fahmida]

Thanks for reading.

[Pryde Foltz]

When it blinks,
The memories
Flows a heavy quantity,
Remembrance of past,

I quite like this segment--like all you poem--but I do like the vision of heavy weeping these lines inspire.

[Fahmida]

Thanks a lot.^_^