Faded memories, lost in time
Shadows, the remains of a life
Forgotten remnants scattered
The remains once vibrant, rich,
Left to turn to dust
All those experiences, memories,
Gone now as there is no one left to remember them,
As time ticks on,
And us the faceless throng,
Pass into silence,
Did we matter at
All?
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Tattered leaves left scattered on the floor
Remnants of things that were valuable
Signs of life that have once been present Real
Now passed usefulness just leftovers to show what was
Shattered dreams left abandoned
Hopes that never were
Nothing left to covent
Wind blowing lost ambitions away
Yellowed with age
Pieces of a life as worthless as the pieces of paper that remain
Littered among the cobwebs and dust of neglect
Mere shadows , phantoms of another time
Another place
Another life
No one left to morn it
No one left to remember it
No one left to care
Thanos has taken his due
Leaving an empty place
Where abundance once ruled
It’s all gone now
Empty
Wasted
A place that even the memories now fade
In a decade … or maybe two
Even they will pass
And
Be
Gone.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Slipstream shadows
Wraith the passing mist
Lost in the empty nothingness
Of the odd
Moments pass in the brutal silence
Of forgotten lonely places
Peace sundered by an instant of
Truth… it all can pass
Blink from existence
Flash of clarity we are all temporary
Moments to come
Moments to go
Shadows really
Here then gone
Nothing left but an empty space
Where something had been
An hour a day
Lost in the past
Existing in the now
Eclipsed in tomorrow
Mere ashes, remnants
Creatures of the luminescent
Denizens of the mist
Energy passing to everlasting
As our forms fade
Taken by the forward fate
We leave this time… this space
The dust of its place
And move
On
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost in the mist, faded dreams
Of times long past
Another life, another me
Someone I’ve forgotten, barely
A memory
Like so many scatter leaves
A time lay in my brain
Dead now, just scattered illusions
Of another time
Places once alive, now gone
Shadows once people
Long since passed
Faded pictures… lost long ago
Almost forgotten these moments
These times…
Years, brutal remnants harsh in their
Execution
Relentlessly beating, the rhythm of the
Seconds
Until we are not once more, but
Dust…swirling … then
Gone
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost the wonder in eyes unseen
A thousand days gone by
Winter to Spring to Summer unfolds
Then more Winters untold pass by
All the knowledge sought
All the Wisdom gained
Passes in the twinkling of an eye
The importance of the lifetimes accomplishments
Boiled down
To one moment at a time.
We enter this place
Then leave it soon
Leaving the moments as proof
We actually lived a life.
From where did we come?
Where do we go?
Are mysteries unknown to man
All we leave behind are those moments
Scattered like grains of sand
To mark our presence
The species called…
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
