Smoke

'The aftermath can scarcely suppress
The memories he would gladly digress
And if his present be shackled by cruel time
Recalling the past is hardly a crime'

That all good things come to an end
In the finality of time everything expends
And for all that’s worth nothing’s yours
Nothing exists that fate doesn’t scourge

And then memories are all that remain
Pages of the soul blotted and stained
The body a scarce mimic of the havoc within
The emotions that forever keep seething

'His heart lies wounded and bleeding
As fleeting memories keep on fading
And the moon keeps on waxing and waning
With each arrow shot from his mental sling'

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

'His heart lies wounded and bleeding
As fleeting memories keep on fading
And the moon keeps on waxing and waning
With each arrow shot from his mental sling'~This is powerful!...You have captured a dramatic imagery within "his mental sling". Wow!

[Marie]

How ad...sometimes memories are all we have left...and even they fade.