Member Poem

Memories burn and melt,
Flowers wilt and fall and break,
such is the cruel touch of fate.

Hands turn to ashes and bellow in the wind,
voices cry out and never are heard from again.
such is the cold crack of reality.

Daydreams end at your mind and can be erased,
companions betray trust and crack under the hand of time,
such is the jarring ways of life.

Feet dangle from ledges and scar from impact,
Mothers cry and sisters crumble to the ground finally,
such is the sweet release of death.