A mind lies waiting in a hologram that's mine.

In the hologram of my mind

where the sun sunk deep

wind blows shadows falling-

a golden mind's fall.

Where one forgets

the roads most travelled

now dead ends,

memories come

cast over, grey.

While the mind lies waiting

my image remains

a face of stone

following my ancestors.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Old age is a must but old gauge is a choice. We are as young as we feel and live. Some people succumb to time and lose interest in life. Others live every waking moment to the fullest. You write wisely, sir Andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Sir Sami thank you Profound King Of Writes!:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Any time.

[emmajoy]

Read twice, not sure but appears you've set yourself in not only the Now but the Past. What you are is what you saw, exhanged, learned, loved. That hologram hides a 'you' rarely if ever shown before. Tis a sad but finely put piece of writing, andrew. Seems you've had some dark moments behind all those smile a minute ones.
Perhaps.

[andrew mitchell]

just dark fiction on seeing the elderly suffer through age.

[andrew mitchell]

just dark fiction on seeing the elderly suffer through age namely my mum.

[emmajoy]

I'm so very sorry to read that, andrew. Next time you see your dear mum.. give her a gentle hug from me, please.. Blessings.

[andrew mitchell]

I will indeed , thanks em:)

[emmajoy]

Welcome, truly.