Slipping Away

 

hope ribbons around
dust clasps streams of light
windows to the galaxy
flung                     open
 
maybe it all comes to this
ends too soon
where dusk remains
frozen
          despair
 
memories
frame ..by ..frame
opal fires blaze
in mutated   moods
 
veneers dissipate
photographs fade
carving "away"
as it hangs on the spider's web
 
nothing ;once
forget ;twice
gone ;thrice
count away the days
 
shadows no longer hide
was it ever...
was it..
is it gone

 

what will remain

what

what remains

will…

Author's Note

it is supposed to kinda choppy, that's the sound I want, it's not supposed to be in perfect form, so other than that, tell me what you think, it's a train of thought kinda thing.