when did the race end for me and shackled hunger?
how easy is it to leave the past in the past?
Leave it to me to take one more step,
Lost in my world and lost in the head
Stumbling down to the road that I know,
Failing to stay and failing to go
Holding my face with the fingers of lies,
The skin I abuse and skin I despise
Tripping and falling to earth once again,
Tears falling now like tears falling then.
A gentle white whisper grazed over my face,
“I knew you’d come back to this curious place.”
Weak inhibitions and familiar space,
But I took a chance and left without a trace.
Leave it to me to forget where I am,
I ran in directions and without a plan
Sprinting and heaving and dying away,
Yet parts of me stayed in a senseless delay
My vision is blurry from turmoil and tears,
My legs getting shaky while days turn to years
Approaching the light but its brightness is pain,
I cover my eyes and take all that remains
A gentle white whisper grazes over my face,
“I knew you would find me in this curious place.”
I open my eyes and see nothing but space,
Here I’ll start new where the past has no trace.
written in contemplation of time and change.
