Locking the Door

Shadows move past

Time is a stream 

Torrid currents tear at banks

I watch in awe

 You eat my future

Sandbars of tattered dreams

Empty shells make for mourning

Monuments, fragments of the past

Neat stacks of bad things

Pieces of lost time

Does it matter?

I’m a shadow

Shattered memories

The door of the past

Is a small opening 

Easily cut off

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