I fall into a slumber
Of which I do not sleep
For I’m whisked away to a time
That I’m not allowed to keep
To hold and to treasure
Would give certain meaning
Which is why tis better to let go
And forget for the time being
To relive a memory
Does it serve it’s purpose?
On the verge of self destruction
If feelings were to resurface
So I purge myself of emotion
This eradication of guilt
To give myself condolence
From the misfortune that I’ve built
Unfinished.
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