Memories

November 21, 2016
By lizlee BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
lizlee BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
We do not remember days. We remember moments.


Melting.

My face and everything surrounding
Is melting.
What was once hard as metal,
Is now limp and soft.


I am not on Earth,
I am nowhere at all.


My skin tingles with a blistering feeling,
And the clock is fastened onto me
Permanently.


Time weighs me down,
The heinous smell of rotting flesh
Creeps into my nose.
There is no past, present, or future.
Life is endless,
As continuous as the horizon.


But the sun is passing, and
I am left in the bleak abyss
Where the memories once lived,
And danced around my mind.


If only I could bend time.


-Elizabeth Lee


The author's comments:

This poem is inspired by Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory. It describes what it would be like to live inside of his painting. 

 

We often wish that we could bend time and relive the past. Sadly, as we grow older, our memories fade away. Time is always weighing us down. What if we could change the time?


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