Vanishing Ink

Memories flutter like Post-It notes, with scribbles faint and worn. Reminders fade in the winds they’ve made, my pages are tattered and torn. Notes twist and swirl, then dip and curl, in a wild and frantic breeze. A cyclone spins where thoughts have been, scattering all my memories. Papers alight and suddenly take flight, spinning frantically far and near. But the harder I try, the stronger they fly, increasingly more unclear. I feel bold and reach to hold— but my notes slip further away. And piece by piece, I lose my peace, as my library fades to gray. The scattered scraps come fluttering back, then flicker, furl, and flee. A swift retreat, my memories fleet, I’m not who I used to be. An unraveling mind, fading line by line, my life in vanishing ink. Clinging to time and what’s left of my mind, my sanity is on the brink. But the yellow storm still rages on, the cruel winds blow with might, And time will steal all that was real, ‘til there’s nothing left but night. -Edward