In the flames of time

A time comes, when one can’t see, hear, and walk alone.
One forgets and sleeps more.
One doesn’t want to lead or follow.
One wants freedom from the clutches of living, yet doesn’t want to fade into the oblivion, instantly, randomly, wholly.
One goes part by part.
One slowly falls apart.
Disappearance is not easy to swallow.
Some remain, in our hearts and minds for long.
We don’t want some, to get consigned, in the flames of time.

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