That which is gone

But a sliver of hope hangs in on
the repeated views of times past.
Shut is the door of ages ago
of which there was so much trust.
Despair drives one into the arms
of memory turned to dust.

I looked today, and what i found-
The corpse of a bright light that shone
It still clung on to the smoke and mirrors
of that which was gone

Somehow the present fails to achieve
Like water through a sieve
The strains of melody, the waves of hope
Are chilled in the wake of what once was.

As the days pass the emptiness swells
Time is but a measured unit
Of endless night and freezing day

I look forward but my eyes are blinded
Trying to run with feet binded
Trapped in the minotaur's maze of
that which is gone

colin2007