The withering.

All I see is an empty grave.

I remember beautiful memories of youth
Happiness all around
Life took this, years erased all of that
All I have is memories
Memories of a passed lifetime
Moments of joy that are no longer there
And never will be again
I know I will lose it all
But still, here I am
I fight the darkness of the mind.

I am blind, my eyes are sealed
but my hands are moving like the wind.

I am ready, with my swords at hand.

To fight the darkness of the mind,
and the rusting of myself from time to time.
A family strong and big
smiles and effort.
Gifts and surprises.
But now the loop is dark.
It's like we strive to stand still.
The kingdom hungers and its lands are poor now.
Trying to stay up.
To keep ourselves from falling apart
And I know it goes to the bottom someday.
I still see the sky if I look up.
And it's too scary for the little girl that was.
She hides behind a big rock that hides the sun
It talks, it screams, it whispers.
"In darkness you will never burn,
in darkness you stay safe" it said.
But today... I breathe again!
I looked at the sky, the fields
The SUN!

For tomorrow I don't know.
I dream of great times. I remember moments
and think of better ones to come.
Still to come.
How can I grab happiness and never let her go?
I remember a lush field with smiles and love
happiness, joy, little animals all around, a beautiful place,
a cabin, flowers, and stuff.
So much joy or it was me that used to feel it.
Maybe I used to see the ghosts that weren't there in the first place.
Now the field is dry with wild thorns, nobody can make it look good.
No animals around. A grave. A broken home. Ghosts.
And more ghosts are sure to be, as the reaper claims the land.
Some of them I do remember.

How could I let it slip through my own hands?