Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry

All That Remains

When all of the words
I have still buried within me run out,
the things that will remain
are books and books of stories-
in a multitude of stacks
upon tall, wooden shelves.
Stories made up of sounds in which
have very little meaning.
Concepts with no complete endings.

But who are we to dictate
exactly when a story must end?
Stories of love can be told in a
duology or even a trilogy.
Life, however, is told in
one singular story; it has
a beginning.. a middle.. and an end.

What will remain when
the words within you
completely run out?

What will remain when
time becomes irrelevant?

What will remain when the lights
permanently burn out?

For now, all that remains..
is to live life..
while we still can.