NaPo 04-14-2011

Wrote the poem, just didn’t post it.

April 14

A reflection brings us memories,
that we may or may not want to remember.
We slip into the past, letting the rest of the world fade away.
The veil echoes through our minds, yet we do not find the source.
We only find what debts we sought to repent for.
Nothing but darkness here..
Time keeps moving, while we’re stood still.