
Faults picked through waves of nostalgia
Grief laced with happy memories
Lacks a distinction & in the same dimensions
A burden to begin
Appearance as a blessing
Though follow through the avenue
And learn the hex beyond your eyes
Closure is never my forte
Felt in the silence that stands between us
And twisted memories dependant on emotions
Though I feel you’re my truth
Is reality anything but my own?
Awareness settles and repeatedly knocks in my brain
Comfort in beginnings
A time of innocence
& unbeknownst to my ego
You would be my deepest fall
And the greatest pains of compassion
Who knows where I would stand
Now & otherwise
Without the paths
Through which I ran
Despite the lack of consultation
You were mine
Confiding in the early ages
The only one
Who’s love I could never question
You are my truth Mama
You’ve passed a spark I yearn to appropriate
And I grasp without your guidance
Either a wave of success or my absolute end
I will strive for you & prove to you
I’m not a waste of energy
I know you had a doubt of so
But know my awareness has touched the sky
Thanks to you, or the lack thereof
Coping mechanisms have proven useless
The times of need greatest
When I can feel your hold once another
Hopeless and hopeful
You bring me teary joy
And I feel cold
About the Creator
Darwin
passionate about truth, reality, and cosmic crisis

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