The Last Memorial Hall

The melody and the harmonious verses sting my thoughts
As I glance at the reflective clouds like drenched droughts
Utterly cemented onto the frame of the forsaken and lone
Reveling in the snapshots of the merriment that once shone

Traversing the river that never seems to pause
Mirroring the repulsiveness of the unspoken clause
Flashbacks making comebacks as pictures on the wall
Rotting and decomposing in the last memorial hall

HAHAHAHA ANALYSE! YAY!
Perhaps you will be able to dissect my poem.
OKAY I WANT TO SLEEP NOW GOODBYE.