Sometimes I hear the ghosts of my past
Often they whisper in my ear
Just out of consciousness
Barely audible, but present
Memories of those gone by
Now immortal in my mind
Forever they'll exist in me
Or at least as long as I live
For we are scars on the membrane of time
Carving our existence deep into it's flesh
Dying to gain immortality
Our existence tantamount to the memories of others
Excellent Take On Life/Death
Rarely, I find a write that is intimately in touch with a reality - it's properties, it's essences - the telling as a truth told - enjoyed the perfectnesses in this one - allets -
Appreciation
Thank you, I have had a lot of time to ponder on this subject. I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
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"We are scars on the membrane
"We are scars on the membrane of time." A better verse I've never read. You follow it up so well, a penetrating stanza to sink your point in. This is an instant favorite of mine.
Thank you, although the poem
Thank you, although the poem actually began with the last verses. They just happened to pop into my head one day, thats why the ending sounds more....mature? than the rest of it. The first two verses really just expounded a little on the feeling I wanted to convey. Thank you for the comment
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