Remnants. A poem.

Rusted and decayed

Painted with dust and tears
And hues of better days

Faded now, weathered
By sun and rain in countless ways

Of waxing moons and waning dreams
Captured in a photograph
Like a long forgotten elegy

Spiderwebs cling to frames
Trailing silken memories
Trapping moments
Yesterday today

But all these remnants
Soon pass away

Like shadows
Without light

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry, music, movies, comics, books and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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