Plates shifted motionly
fading into the distance,
forgetting the true form
that once was a whole.
Each day chipping away
the most important pieces,
each moment and memories
into a blank of nothing but air.
Knowing that moment is empty
turning your back away from everything,
trying to focus on what is was
but coming up with nothing.
Being a whole is a distances away
need baby steps to remember,
what's it like being whole again
could you be able to help me.
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Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
