Have I been forgotten already?
Has my memory begun to fade?
Can you no longer remember
The contours of my face?
The sound of my voice
No longer an echo
No touch of my skin
Left on your fingertips
The beating of my heart
No longer with yours in sync
What torture time is
As I fade to ghost
Simply a shadow of myself
Wandering aimlessly lost
Haunting the canals
Wailing in wake
Eternal pain
Diminished state
No longer remembering
The contours of my face
Tag: River
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There was a little snail waiting on a bridge
She waited all day and all night
She waited in the sun, the wind, and the rain
She didn’t want to give up the fight
She looked out to the water
She looked over to the land
She wondered what could have happened
She started to worry
In came some doubt
Perhaps she’ll be waiting forever
As strong as her heart was she wasn’t a fool
She knew there was a chance of change
She waited, she feared, she even prayed
In hope that time was just delayed
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge… -
There was a little snail
Who had a big dream
To cross the algae pond
The little snail thought
It would find a leaf of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snail gathered
A few different leaves
It wanted to test them on water
But out of the blue
Another snail rushed through
Now two snails stood at the port
There were two snails
Who had big dreams
To cross the algae pond
The little snails thought
They’d find leaves of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snails looked
At their collection of leaves
And started to test them at port
One jumped on a leaf
It bounced with glee
And they sailed across the water -
With all the anticipation of a kids birthday
My body went into decline
Everything started failing
And no one knew the time
No one knew my thoughts
No one cared how I felt
The empty questions unanswered
As I undid my car seat belt
No one saw it coming
No one read the signs
The crash that could of been prevented
Went full force in front of their eyes
I guess I got too tired
Time to go home I guess
All the guessing with no certainly
No wonder I was in a mess
I can see me lying there lifeless
My jeans covered in blood
The paramedic trying to revive me
“It’s too late, her heart has stopped“
I watch the scene for a second
Before I drift away
Back to where I came from
To live another day -
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
Can someone turn off the heat?
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
How many times do I have to repeat?!
I’m sick
My house is on fire
Time for me to retreat
I’m sick
Back to my bed
Let the flames engulf my feet
Come soothe my soul while I take time to heal
Come dampen the fire around me
I’ve not the energy to be your muse
While my body cries sick so gently
It just wants holding while it weeps
Not the heat of the flames
It’s heavy with water leaked out from sky
Perhaps one pop will do wonders
Like a water balloon on a summers day
I can save my house by exploding
And off down the drain my water can run
Back to the river I was born in -
The river runs silent
It flows
Past mountains
Through valleys
It knows
The route by heart
The pain does smart
The silence that’s crippled her toes
Boulders start to form in her pathway
Trees splinter
Water does slow
Little does she know
The unsaid needs to be spoken
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