Poetry Prompt 5- Retrospection


When dust turns to dust,

And ash to ashes,

I see illumination

In candlelight flashes.


I see myself counting

From chapters to pages

In bittersweet memories

All through the ages.


I see my half-smile

After lessons unlearned

And my gleaming eyes

Seldom discerned.


I see a smear of humour

In diluted monochrome

And a familiar face

That reminds me of home.


I see my inhibitions

Break the shackles of time

I see smudges of myself

Unite in lucid rhyme.


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