Faded Again

Sometimes memories just gives too much , an expression for life.

Haven't you ran out of time...
Feeding your pride...
Haven't you ran out of dime...
Trying to hide...

Is there nothing left of us...
Are we fading away...
Was it love or just lust...
Who am i to say...

Does it pierce to see me...
Or are you still blind...
Does this space seem intriguing...
Or have I lost my mind...

'Coz I heard you, i think...
Your footsteps are too familiar..
I think I saw you, but in a blink -
You faded fleetly to the thin air!

Reviews

[Wolf_Lord]

I have said it before, that the departed are not always the dead... Frequently we are consumed by the ghost of our memories. It would and could be in fact more considerate of them if they had passed. Then perhaps... we could lay their ghost to rest. this one has always tickled my fancy... Today I say upon the stair... The little man who was not there... He wasn't there again today... Gee I wish he'd go away... Lol. Well done... Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[Devinked7115]

I agree with that, "the departed are not always the dead"... =) perhaps a great theme for another poem!

I guess these shadows that bewildered our minds just seem to get lost and has forgotten its way out. And the only door is our mind, which is most of the time, lost too. hahaha

[Ana B.]

Beautiful, after all, ghosts are reflections of our thoughts... loved the write :)

[Devinked7115]

Thank you! I hope this ghost don't revisit anytime sooner though. =)