My sight is fine, but my vision is hazy.
Each sense is struggling, sloth-like, lazy.
An intense pressure, a gravitational force.
Slowing each movement, swaying my course.
It had been so long, since these eyes saw your face.
A youthful image, I can now never replace.
I didn't miss you, but now that you are gone,
A feeling has grown, something dark and forlorn.
Dear time, oh shadows, will you give me no rest.
These good young people, were giving their best.
No logic or pattern, no announcement or sign.
This game of life, is not so benign.
Sooner or later, we all fall and fade.
Relinquishing life and memories made.
- Dani
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