Age

poem by: P Mason
Written on Nov 10, 2016 

Hazy memories of a life and loves that never 
Happened.

Days drift silently to night
Nights to days
A quiet haze of obscure and fuzzy memories that go nowhere.

Visitors stop by to render confirmation of
Your existence is evidence that you don't know who you are.
Friendship to unknowns, courtesy's to a mystery.

In age there is the silence of time 
Broken by an affirmation of presence 
But what does any of it really mean ?

Do any of us truly exist, or are we figments of our
Own Imagination.

 

Tags: confused, encouraging, dark,

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