The Love and Horror Here

Legacy of the Forgotten

The pieces of my mind,
Drift away,
Day by day,
Into the darkness of eternity,
Until all me and mine remember,
Of the person I was,
Is a long forgotten legend,
Told around a campfire,
By strangers,
Who never really knew me.
And how will they remember me,
And who was I,
To them?
Was I cruel or kind,
Strong or weak,
Eccentric or down to earth,
Was I friend or foe,
Nurturing or neglectful,
Genuine or fraudulent?
One day even I'll forget,
The girl who looked for adventure,
Inside her own mind,
Because one day,
She'll be gone to history,
What happened to her,
Is a mystery,
That I'll wish,
I could have solved,
One day will I have,
Forgotten me as well?
And then who will remember me,
As I was,
When even I've begun to,
Lose sight of my own reality,
And of the girl who,
Found worlds hidden,
Within words and pages,
And fantasized about living in them.
When I'm dead and gone,
Or when I've lost my mind,
Will anyone remember me,
Correctly as the person I am now,
Or will I become a skewed,
Forgotten caricature,
Who used to be,
A living, laughing, longing person,
Or Am I doomed to be lost to time,
Like so many others,
Who came before me?