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Memory Lane

The Winding Path

By Robin PennPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The grass is greener, looking behind

On the well-worn path, the sunset shines

You can feel a bittersweet wind blow

The smells of childhood fill your nose

The fire of nostalgia is quickly kindled

Your hold on the present slowly dwindles

You follow the path into the woods

Dredging up your past, the bad, the good

Shadows grow long, staining the ground

Things meant to be lost are suddenly found

Turning around, sprinting away

You try to keep the panic at bay

You burst out of the forest, weak in the knees

Keeping your back to the spine-chilling trees

The trees had seemed so sweetly to call

You should never have entered the woods at all

Luring you with sweetness, then ending with pain

That’s how it goes on Memory Lane

sad poetry
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Robin Penn

I'm a college student who loves to write about anything and everything! I hope to reach a lot of people through Vocal.

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