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Dont give me a time when its timeless.
So trapped now here in this wooden womb.
The lid nailed shut with memories forgotten
to spite myself.
Anything to make it easier.
Forgotten memories, completeness, everything sown.
And for what?
Hatred, lies, regret-all reaped.
And feeding me so umbilical.
A time with meaning.
Distance. Never seen. Not existing.
And shrouded, all of us
surrounded by memories stripped of meaning,
stripped of anything to comfort
me and only me.
So hungry for it to change just one last time,
to back before it all had changed.