The Scribbled Past

by Anonymous

Scribbling away on the paper,

Stories poured from markers and pens

Castles, dragons, sunny skies,

My childhood in messy lines.

The page is filled now

As i go to turn the page, I look back on

The joyous days I can't relive,

As I see the ink disappear slowly

All that's left are my memories 

My past documented on the paper

And a dried up marker left in my hand