The Ghosts of Our Future

We haunt these lifeless empty spaces, Like smoke would haunt pyres Of flames long extinct And linger. Now that our destructive passions are diminishing, To wane away and become phantoms We surrender to predestined recession To the woeful depths Where we are quieted endlessly so. We dispel like exhausted ghosts Our actuality is disbelieved, So weak are we now We haunt in only the bygone memories.