This life...

Time grabs me by the wrist.
Memories describe to me what I've missed.
Change is all around me.
But the face of change is hard to see.
I hold on to a memory for just alittle longer.
If it doesn't kill me it will make me stronger.
Memories stream through my mind.
Not all at once but one at a time.
Certain places.
Certain faces.
I don't know what to do.
Change has me but I don't want to believe it but it's true.
Guiding me through the sands of time.
Still I hold the memories that are mine.
The sands of time are a whisper in my ear.
Making it known that it is here.
Childhood memories haunt my dreams.
Dreams that crush my world...or so it seems.
Time still has my wrist.
Can I change anything that I've missed?
Questions run through my mind.
And my thoughts grind.
I hold a memory because it's my favorite.
But I have to admit.
That I miss it.
More then ever.
And will forget it...Never.
Tears stream through my eyes.
Memories awaken my cries.
Through my dreams.
In my silent screams.
Memories hurt like a stab from a knife.
But it reminds me of how I live...This life...