Vanishing World
Life is a never ending, complex mystery;
like a flag, becoming unfurled;
all things, of past, becoming just history;
in a dissolving, vanishing world.
What has happened to my sense of reality;
I feel like, from life, I’ve been banished;
tho life seems the same; I’m no longer me;
all my hopes and dreams have vanished.
I’ve never felt such emptiness, in my life;
being unloved and alone;
memories replay my sorrows and strife;
an empty house is not my home.
Some of my memories, melted like snow;
forgetting names and faces;
tho I have time; I’ve no place to go;
I’m only here by God’s graces.
My smile hides what’s under the surface;
while my tears betray the truth;
loneliness is dissolving my sense of purpose;
my writing exposes the proof.
How can I write; with no sense of purpose;
perhaps no one is reading it, anyway;
this troubled world is like a bizarre circus;
I’m like an old tree; full of decay.
Although I can’t see beyond tomorrow;
I know there’s a tomorrow for me;
a kingdom devoid of tears and sorrow;
the heavenly realm called eternity.
Monty 2.26.26. # 3,194