Erased

A candle snuffed out in the wind.

The last beam of light severed from the closing of a door.

A drop of water, picked apart, as the heat forces it to disperse.

A crinkly leaf, plucked from a tree, crumbled smaller than grains of sand.

The warmth of sun, slowly drained, as night's cool draws out the heat.

The whining whistle of the wind, forced to come to rest.

A bolt of lightning, in a flash, rushes towards its death.

Of things that were

Of things that came

Very few

Do so remain.

Just like the thoughts

in my brain

or a chorus' song

without refrain.

The jolt of thought,

A neuron shock.

Long? It's not... to last.

Just like a soul

who's live is full

with remnants from the past.

Memories

and treasuries

all will fade and pass.

Continuing to permeate

Continuing to emanate

There's not enough energy to begin.

We're the same

Of things that came

To be like a candle snuffed out in the wind.