A WISP OF MEMORY

 
To slip into the darkness
and feel its cold embrace
as the chill night caresses the colour
from your pallid, tear-stained face.
 
Inhale the icy air as you drift;
feel it tenderly beseeching,
into the depths of your silent soul,
its icy tendrils reaching.

Searching for that fragile life
held within your tortured self,
a flickering flame growing soft and dim
upon an old and dusty shelf.
 
And the life that you once knew,
says farewell and goodbye.
That cold harsh reality;
questions fading with your eyes.
 
How can you just let go of those
you've loved throughout your life;
that you've nurtured and nursed
through life’s troubles and strife.

Just watch them slip, like silken sand,
free of your frantic fingers
until naught but a wisp of memory,
is sadly all that lingers.
 
 
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Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2009
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 7th April 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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