Reflections of
yesterdays gone
faded dreams
turned to screams
slight whispers
left of what
used to be
Memories
Echoes of
how things
came to cease
tip toeing
on satin
streams
Remembering
clock ticks
flittering
faint glitters
jitters the
little things
Resting on
the breast
of eternity
Grasping
to those
memories
Whispers
of how things
used to be
Used to be
Completely
time
you
tease
Counting
forward
and down
simultaneously
non-existent
yet in this instant
I feel your creep
What mystery
Even until the end
you contain ambiguity
Masking your facts
in obscurity
Leaving me
reminiscent
yet still wondering
What does
destiny have
in store for me
As thoughts
process of
the past's
finer things
Sunrises
to sunsets
10,592 days of
pondering
Wandering
in the wastelands
of the mind
Framing my emotions
setting up for no escape
Stealing seconds
back from time only to
realize that the
transference
of time in this
dimension's
dimensions
doesn't
equate
So
I wait
As time
comes for me
Taunting me
Haunting me
Stalking me
Through those
whispers
Those
effervescent
memories
By Samantha Campbell
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