Late Night Thoughts of a Doubtful Dreamer

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Please.

I don't remember why I'm here.

Everything I once knew is just a distant memory.

The fractured past I was believed to have lived

Left me here in the rain.

Why

Am I here?

Why

Can't I be there?

It seems

warm.

But I am

Cold.

I forget-

have I died?

I remember

slipping

ever

far

away.

Yet I can't recall

why

Why?

How?

When?

Why was the cruelty bestowed upon me

on me?

Could you not leave your tormenting gaze

far from here?

I have no inner emotions.

Thoughts.

Dreams

Its all been cut away.

Who am I?

Yet more importantly,

What have I done?

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