Forgotten Fragments

When words decayed and thoughts grew dim, I lost my grip on life’s fragile limb Memory, once a symphony, now a lost hymn, And darkness seeped beneath my paper-thin skin. The hours withered like a barren vine, Leaving me floating on a sea of time, My recollections vanished, line by line, Like ink-tipped memories drained by a thirsty pen of mine. I became a pile of forgotten keys, Shrouded in a cloak of elusive memories, A whirlwind of tangled threads and mysteries, Binding my mind, unraveling life’s sweet melodies. Names and faces now distant shores, Whose norm I could perceive no more, Fractured fragments of a life once bore, Collapsed like a forgotten tapestry of yore. The man I knew, a mirage of mist, Drifting through the layers of a life amiss, A puzzle box with an erased life list, Each day a ghost, a specter I resist. My family recoiled, strangers in my gaze, No longer found in the labyrinths of my haze, An empty mirror reflecting a vacant maze, The essence of me, lost in a forgotten haze. I wandered down corridors of vacant thought, A haunted mansion of memories unsought, Whispering echoes of who I once sought, Lost in the labyrinth of my mind, distraught. The world a riddle, my mind the key, Yet I fumble and stumble, unable to see, A ravenous hunger for clarity consumes me, But the answers are locked in a forgotten decree. I long for the embrace of yesterday’s light, To reclaim my thoughts, my essence, my might, But I’m trapped in a twilight so tragically bright, Where shadows dance and memories take flight. In this fractured world, I drift and sway, A vessel adrift in a turbulent bay, My thoughts like fragments, drifting away, Lost in the ether, forever to stay. But in spite of the pain, the loss, the grief, In the darkest depths, I find a slight relief, For even in fragments, there’s still belief, That traces of me may someday find relief.