A Palimpsest

A Palimpsest I'm slowly becoming a ghost Speaking softly and never getting to finish a thought Fading into shadows and doubt And memories recalled as non stories It wasnt always like this I was the one with the most Time, Circumstance, loss and defeat have taken toll and the bell rings for the end of another round A Palimpsest. Written on parchment thin as the skin around an old man's eyes That's my corrupted compendium, the tragic game show I host I'm slowly becoming a ghost