When I am gone
I will not feel the sunlight
But I will not know I am in darkness
As spring comes over the valley
I will not remember
How much I once loved the rain
I will not hear you
When you call my name
I am no longer there
I am nothing
I am gone
I have ceased to exist
It's a terrifying thought
But I know I will rest in peace
Simply because I will know nothing else
I will not recall
All that used to be.
There will be so much
I'll be missing out on
Life will carry on
The future generations will have fun
I'm glad they will be happy
They will have days
Have moments
With the ghost of my name
Written all over it
But they will never know, or even care
How much I would've loved it
And that I should have been there
But I guess you cannot miss
What you don't remember
Kinda makes me wonder sometimes
What's the point of a memorable life
Full of special things
If you'll just forget it all one day
And leave it behind?
YOU ARE READING
From The Archives Of Memory
Poesía"Back in those days we thought we could change the world. But the world killed us instead"
