Why must my memories feel this foreign?
The trauma of yesterday is only body pain
My birth mother is just a shadow I've named
My mind re-assembles when i'm ashamed
Pieces of the puzzle replaced with titanium
Leaving behind only the bare minimum
The paint these pictures just spots of color
Shining metal hiding something spectacular
That even the artist can no longer recall
Only deja vu as I sit and watch the rain fall
Councillor, father, friend, where has my mind gone?
What happened to the clear image I had drawn?
Perhaps it's all the nightmares and dreams
That are filling in the holes in my memories
Yet I cant tell the difference between the paint and metal
That defines me as only human or as a raging animal.
In the end... It's all art to me.
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SyntheticHeart's Poems and Songs
PoesiaHere are some of the poems and songs I wrote! There is a story behind each and every one of these poems and songs, and I want to share them with the world. Thank you for reading! Note: On May 10, 2019, many works were removed from this collection du...
