Gorging
on the flickering fires of fate,
devouring
every second with relish,
time
feasts on the mortality of man.
Precious
moments drift into oblivion,
visible
now only in distant eyes,
reflecting
on the future's passing.
Dissipating
with every grain in the glass,
life
ebbs away with the flow of the sand,
leaving
only shadows in the darkness.
Sliding
into forgotten memories,
what
was once a future unfulfilled,
sacrificed
to history,
lost but
not forgotten.
©
Fergus Martin
Jun
2014
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