In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows whisper secrets of old,
I linger, a ghost of forgotten times,
As memories fade, and stories go untold.

The world moves on, relentless and unkind,
Leaving behind echoes of who I used to be,
In the tapestry of life, I’m a thread unwound,
A silent cry lost in the endless sea.

Faces pass by, unseeing and cold,
Once familiar, now strangers to my soul,
In the crowded room, I stand alone,
An invisible figure, unknown and untold.

Yet hope remains, a flicker in the night,
That someday, someone will recall,
The stories forgotten, the whispers quiet,
And bring me back from the shadows’ thrall.