A fine Line here

a few Grays there

the Mind ensconced in a failing ship

A dirge played by every Joint

Hope and Dreams endlessly tumbling out of reach

as Responsibilities tangle under the surface

Opportunities sink in the muck

The inverse between 




still clinging to what we once were

The slow degradation of Time

Now buried under

what’s left behind

a Memory

a Thought

a wisp of Legacy

scattered by waves of Forever


Published by Jill Robinson

Speech-Language Pathologist. Writer. Athlete. Wife. Mother. Animal lover. Not necessarily in that order.

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