My mind is going blank.
Need to find a way of getting it back.
Fragmented gaps breeding doubt in my mind.
I want to scream.
But that won’t heal the erosion by time!
I am but a silhouette.
Outline with no content.
Memory along the path of fail.
Stitch these pieces into a single mass.
Wouldn’t revert damage done by time’s wrath.
I know I’m slipping.
Longer I go the deeper my decay!
I am but a shadow.
Only present under our sun’s glow.
Time is a mistress that is fated to win.
Resist all you wish she won’t be beaten.
For they were the worst and will be the last.
She’s a one way road no matter how hard your thrash!
Feel my mind slipping.
Sections are missing.
Sense of unease.
No way to appease.
Can’t bargain or cheat.
And there is no repeat.
Accept and endure.
Time is so cruel!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 