Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

Fading Voices

they sit by windows streaked with time
watching days dissolve to gray
their voices, once a steady chime,
now whispers none will hear or stay

names they spoke with love and pride
have softened into air and dust
letters sent, unanswered, dried
memories fading, left to rust

the hallway hums with hollow sound
a clock that ticks but never calls
footsteps pass, but none are found
that stop beyond these silent walls

once, they held the world so near
cradled hands and wiped away fears
now they wait, year after year
forgotten ghosts of golden years

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Paige Hind May 18, 2025 at 3:06 PM I keep seeing the after.... this is a cutting piece, to the core- Alesia Leach May 23, 2025 at 4:25 PM Thank you, Paige. “The after” is exactly what I hoped would linger--soft and sharp all at once. This one cut while writing it, too. I’m grateful it reached your core, and that you stayed with it

Justin Bordner May 15, 2025 at 5:30 PM "They sit by windows streaked with time, watching days dissolve to gray..." Fantastic sentimental metaphysics Alesia. We must want to be what we are, or else...J.A.B. Alesia Leach May 18, 2025 at 12:48 PM Justin, your words strike at the very marrow of this piece--thank you. That idea of wanting to be what we are… it lingers. So much of Fading Voices came from observing the slow quiet of forgetting, and your insight brings that stillness into sharp, poignant focus. I'm grateful as always for your depth.

Yann Rolland March 3, 2025 at 4:36 AM so sad, i know about unanswered letters, thanks for the touching verses

Oliver Mckeithan March 2, 2025 at 5:58 PM Powerful and sad. Many times in today's society the old are shoved off to the side. Many in nursing homes and forgotten. Well said.