The Fear of Being Forgotten (I Am)
In shadowed halls where echoes dare not tread,
The fear of being forgotten, lost in the void,
Is whispered soft where even dreams lie dead.
Faint memories like ghosts of flesh destroyed,
They flit through minds in twilight’s empty berth,
While hope in darkness lies, utterly paranoid.
Through hours of dread where night reveals its dearth,
The vacuum swallows screams with silence broad,
And time becomes a thief of all that’s worth.
A specter roams the void, a somber fraud,
Its touch is ice, where warmth and light decay,
No traces left to mark the soul’s front.
The chasm swallows all that’s felt and known,
And silence cloaks the spaces once filled bright,
Where fears of being lost are ever sown.
Beneath the weight of endless, starless night,
The soul adrift in shadows finds no shore,
And yearns for echoes lost in cosmic flight.
As voids expand, they stretch the hollow core,
The dread of being erased, so deep and wide,
Consumes the mind, its tremors hard to ignore.
The empty void with its black, icy pride,
Wears grief like garb, a cloak of somber tone,
And leaves the heart in quiet grief, denied.
In this abyss where fleeting hopes are thrown,
The silence presses heavy, full of dread,
The fear of being lost, forever unknown.