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April 18th, 2016
The time I remember,
The drowning voices pulled me away,
Anchoring me down at the bottom of the affray,
The time I remember,
The pain and agony that pushed me all over the land,
Too many voices abound to control around,
The time I remember,
Splitting my skin claiming it wasn't enough pain,
I was drowning away because of my kins and sins,
The time I forgot what a second was,
The last I recalled a day, or even a year,
Nor did I know what a century was,
What was time before pain?
What was it like to be living than be dieing?
YOU ARE READING
Forgetting Time
PoetryIts a story written in poetry. Basically, written to ease my stress, so forth it is true. cover made by @spicemeup
