Life Is A Memory Poem by reza Sedghi

I died as I sip, the last inch drop of Memories,
Tasteless, unfragrant, fragmented Vacancies,
Recollecting, regulating the blurry negligible Visions,
Recalling, rewriting, summarizing the Summaries,
It felt like Treachery, disregarding this Treasury,
life is a Memory, and then it is, Nullity...

Or at least that's what the wise man said...

We drown ourselves in each shot and swim out with a Sigh,
Sometimes with a gloom and sometimes with a Smile,
But in the end, both fades away,
And oh how quickly they fade away,

As if Waves washing away our Names written on the Shore,
it fades out to presence, to sense another Sore,

Sores, like old chest boxes, we dive deep in each,
swimming into it's memories, bone narrow they breached,
like Leeches, we suck on our melancholy as we silently Screech,
watching pains as days turns to wrinkles, as closer we Reach,

We build our future, though we live for the past,
We all get obsessed and we all get attached,
We move forward, looking back trying to find a meaning,
But after all, Life is a memory, and then it is, Nothing,

Or at least that's what the wise man said...