faltering memory

this is just a simple circular poem that has a huge meaning to me, no matter what life is never going to stop. (art is not mine.)

round and around

time continues on

washing away the memories

and the past like the waves of the sea

at high tide, “before” seems like a blurry concept

when it diminishes

all that remains has faded

reduced to unintelligible fragments of times long gone

simple flashes of a time when things were better

a lifetime slate wiped clean

and i am left empty

abandoned by the past

but continue on i must

for every forgotten dream a new one will blossom

every face without a name that lingers

every secret promised to be kept

they will bloom in the garden

reborn from what has been lost and forgotten

the cycle will go on

the cycle must go on

until i breathe my last breath and i too am washed away by the tide

until that day

i will thank time for always going

round and around

Author's Note

i usually type without any capitalizations save for proper nouns, i consider it my "style"