Ten thousand yesterdays merge,
In a moment of the present.
The days,
Places and names,
Of a once forgotten time
Flood back upon me,
Drowning me,
In a sea of memories.
Seen,
Through sentiment stained eyes.
A drop in the bucket of eternity-
And a spot,
On the soul of tomorrow.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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