History books By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
That cold silence served us well.
I fell back into myself,
And found a secluded shelf for my memories.
I've projected us
Into dreams that seemed cryptic,
And still many that showcased scenes
As clear as the crystal balls you always focus on.
I opened our history book
With confrontational intent,
I meant to find the bent and broken parts.
The stark reality printed on our yellowed pages
Is still the same;
An empty stage,
The place we once caged our props and players.
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