Of Memories and Dreams
Watch the fan blades spin.
Feel the waves flow through.
Wicked testimonial,
of what you’ve been through.
To relive the past.
Defiling dreams.
Not lasting,
but denied.
The never ending circumstances,
to reduce the hope.
The star then beckons,
glimmers so sweet,
but soon to be snuffed again.
What does the night sky have to offer,
in all it’s beauty?
Out shined by the lights of man.
I can’t see the stars here anymore,
I can’t see them….
Here’s the poem I mentioned wayyy in the beginning that I needed to get out of the journal it was published in. Finally made it out to my moms to get it. 
