Memories Of Black And White

The rocks tumble quickly into the murky water below
And as I watch my once solid foundation crumble,
I cry lonely tears
The strength and comfort I once sought- and found there,
Melt away, leaving nothing...
But memories of what once were.
Windows looking into the beautiful past,
Shatter
My tears fall.
Those solid doors to tomorrow,
Crack and crumble,
As I fall to the ground, screaming out.
Painful remembrances bring blood to my mouth
Joyful thoughts and old smiles drown with the rest.
I was born here,
In the arms of love
Wrapped in a blanket of clouds.
But I will not die here.
I will not fall like all else.
I will not let it bring me down, too.
Yet I will cry.
For sorrows are still very real.
And pain is still very painful.
Eventually, though, I will move on,
Leave all this is the past,
To become memories of black and white,
Just like everything else seems to.
But, for now, I watch the rocks tumble quickly
Into that murky water
And I cry.
As songs of past,
Whisper,
Through my mind.