Fun

Ground down from despair
Filled with negativity
Hating the word “fun”

Walking Memories: A Haiku

Reflect on myself
Walking upon these same streets
Changed and new blended.

Walking Memories

Walking upon old roads
My childhood feet trode.
Memories, feelings lurking
Forgotten flit forth, bird-like;
A flicker upon consciousness
Vanishing like morning fog
Leaving no trace save the
Dream-like phantom reflection
Of my youth.