Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Forgotten

The voice
The face
The person
Faded from existence

Dead forever
Never to come back
They will sleep
An eternal slumber

The paint peels, albeit
Slowly over time
But when it's gone
The beauty is gone

Some may choose
To look at the blank canvas
To see what could be
But, what isn't really there

Everything exists
For fractions of time
To lead a life, to
Do something

Breathing
Eating
Sleeping
Something

Yet those too
Will fade from existence
Merely a memory, lost and
Forgotten, floating on the wind