Ghosts Of Time

Past almost forgotten In a life I did not choose Torn away I was removed One final token The token of regret Then swept into deserts I did not want to forget Corners of our eyes They evade and obscure Lurking in shadows There is no cure Devouring the ages Spirits of decay All has turned to ashes All, as dust, now blown away As we lay dying They sweep in to claim their prize Grabbing hold of the remnant years Await the closing of eyes Daylight fading in children's eyes Twilight closing in To drag you away, drag you under How could I let it end this way "Returning to a windswept plain Splinters of familiarity Embedded in time's patine Remnants Why can't I remember"