Glancing into a distorted ashen screen
while the force whispers the foreseen:
Time arrives and elapses...
scattered to the four winds...
...are the fallen leaves
oh nothing heals or restores...
...what life contains
only memories remain...
Prying into an Elysium going awry
where fragmented clouds are passing by
Below this blanket of dust...
...concealed, a coat of rust
which makes one think...
Weaken & Vanish...
...will all...
...that is yet to come...!
It's a shame that the good things won't last forever!
I am okay, hope you are too ... after all that you've been through!
The bad memories exist to give wisdom and knowing, which we can pass along.
Very thought provoking piece! Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
I hope you are well!