Softly Poem by Owen Bittner

Fading to gray, memories grow small
Into the mist, barely remembered at all
Ghosts did haunt, now solace grant

Fictions in which we won’t recant
Construct of our present selves remade
Liability of our past, karma’s debt repaid
As ivy, up our sandstone core it climbs

Strangling verve, savagely at times
Lamenting desires left all but unsaid
Declared not to ears but on faces read
Future held what none could’ve known
Hearts turn leaden, palpable futures blown