Another poem that came to me while trying to sleep. Like the other this does't make perfect sense.

i

A wall of words.

Told to us

By the moments

Frozen in time

Spread on it's face

ii

Life within

Caught

With no certain thought

iii

Brought

To a silent standstill

Acting

As distant doors

iv

To a long

Forgotten past

To someone's life

For many and us

To recall

Happy

And

Sad

Moments

Of the past.

vi

Put on

Let

Your mind

Filter them all

With your own past

vii

Tis the way

Photos work

Assigned a value

Remembered by minds

To be seen as many words

Of emotion and past