SURVIVOR'S LAMENT

Perhaps we left too much of ourselves

behind in the times gone, or

perhaps we went too far in time

from where our real abodes were;

we lasted when the world of ours

wilted, we breathed when our

lives turned to dust. Living

ghosts of what is no more

we might be, orphans of those

years when we had a place

and reasons to live on. The

landscape of our mind evades

us, locked in time lost,

thus we endure, living revenants.

30.05.2019