Casualties

The pages
Were kind
To me
Tonight
At first
They went
Far too slow
But then
They picked
Up their paces
Like soldiers
Marching
To battle
As it draws
Ever closer
With hopes
And dreams
Filled with
Aspiration
Only to be
Mowed down
By the
Ratta Tat tat
Of my fingers
Forcing them
To lay still
Be lifeless
Serving as a
Memory
Of the things
We've lost
And very rarely
Gained