Fragments of Gold Memories
The champagne bubbles.
All together, the mind has become muddled.
The intoxication rise high.
The brain cells die.
as the good memories is what we sought.
The chandelier glistens.
The smiles widen.
Instead of recalling the hard times,
many drink away to muffle the soul's whine.
They mean disconnection.
Away from the mistakes they made.
Away from their made-up morals.
Anywhere that reminds them of their "past" selves.
Going to a place where good memories are bursting with blooming floral.
In the end,
we delved in too deep.
Unable to find to find what we seek,
we become too hungry and weak.
For, such a place does not exist
as darkness and pain puts us at risk.
-Snow that flutters down like feather
Note: Happy New Year, my readers! I wish you all a happy and safe new year. I wanted to start off the year with a poem. (: I aim to write more poems for many to read in 2018. I hope my writing prospers as well as my mind for ideas. As always, Happy Reading! <3
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