The echoes of voices,
long gone.
The sounds of laughter,
hollow and faded.
I hold them deep in my heart.
Even as my mind slowly lets go.
All I have left are the memories.
And even those are nothing more,
than echoes of the past.
Mere shades of those I've loved.
Shadowy figures, half remembered features.
This is all I have left.
And Time, that cruel mistress,
slowly pulls them from the fingers of my mind.
Is this what will happen to me?
When I am gone,
will I be remembered?
or lost to the cruelness of time?
Will there be an echo of my voice?
I listen still for them,
the echoes of voices,
long gone...
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Comments
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If it's worth having, it won't come easy...
Unfortunately, most people these days don't know how to fight for what they want, and throw away priceless treasures by walking away like cowards.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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If it's worth having, it won't come easy...
Unfortunately, most people these days don't know how to fight for what they want, and throw away priceless treasures by walking away like cowards.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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