It starts with the sound of fists hitting soft flesh.
You watch the man you once knew
Become a whispering shadow of who he once was,
Who you knew him to be.
Beyond the vanishing words and faces,
He discerns you sometimes;
And you cry, because you discern him too.
This fading perception
Is all you have left.
You listen to him talk,
About fragile recollections of days long gone.
In the twilight of his youth,
He was a wonderful soul.
You yearn for nothing more
Than to see that soul once more.
You watch him wander through a maze of forgetfulness,
Each twist and turn
Is another piece of your heart
Forgotten along with his memories of you.
And you weep,
Because you know you are nothing more
Than a tangled thread of cognition
In the Shattered mirror of his mind.
This silent erosion of identity
Is too much for you to bear.
But you hold on for him,
As you know he would once do for you.
This fragile semblance of the man before you
is nothing compared to the man you once knew,
The man you once loved.
He is nothing more than a shell,
Harbouring within his broken mind
The fragments of who you knew him to be.
He is a forgotten man,
Navigating the fog of uncertainty.
While you navigate the echoes
Of your lost love.
In his struggle against the tide of oblivion,
You fought alongside him throughout.
And in the waning of his weary days,
The fog begins to dim.
Still, the memories you once cherished
Pour through your fingers,
As does his essence.
This version of your perception
Is all you have left,
In this world of fading reflections,
With your love,
You must now cradle the remnants.
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Sad Days and Lonely Nights: A Collection of Scattered Hopes and Dreams
PoetryDespite the sorrow, pain, and sadness that we encounter throughout life, we also experience joy, love, and happiness. Though our journeys may be filled with many twists and turns-though we may lose ourselves in sorrow along the way, we ultimately d...
