[POEM] --> The Creases Left Behind
Welcome to the future Steemit...
may events to come bless you with what you seek
and the winds of change reinforce your happiness.
The following poem is Poem #77 posted here on Steemit
since I started many moons ago, and may many more
come to pass, for your enjoyment and my leisure.
Here it is...
The Creases Left Behind
In the dead of night
after a day of deluge
memories pierce your being
and seek out genetic refuge.
The past is written solemn
on that which creates our being
and forces tilt on our futures
despite moments presenting as freeing.
Steer not your guided way
beyond the grip provided hence
for even before we're born
what's to happen sought to commence.
A story need not pen or paper
when the events are sealed firm
but every moment has its' bookmark
on which memories may affirm.
The pages are never worn
despite the creases left behind
and the words are never faded
no matter how they're defined.
Much thanks to all who read and voted.
Cheers to you!
-Hypexal-