Memories
They've started to spill out
I remember bits and pieces.
Puzzle pieces
Spilling from the box.
Fear hiding in twilights' shadows
I see them in black and white.
Jig saw pieces.
I hear snippets.
The day is done
Gone the sun
Trying to fit the pieces together.
What do you do
when fear is killing you?
More pieces spilling
onto the table.
The day is done
Gone the sun
Twilight memories
I remember singing taps.
The day is done
Gone the sun..
Leaving through the door
Running towards the light.
Scattered pieces.
Jigsaw pieces
in black and white.
*I found the picture on Every Day Poems facebook page. It is a picture prompt with the hope you will find a poem.
