Just go, slowly regress across the room,
away from the brokenness of my heart.
The shattered pieces shall construct my tomb
all sense of myself has been torn apart.
It may have been too unstable a start,
but I clung to the hope that it could last
the taste it left was quite bitter and ****,
was slow to go and ended much too fast.
So here, lying within this rigid cage
flow heavy words that can’t be freely said
without risking my very mental health.
I try to turn the book of life’s last page
but too many regrets will fill my head
until the end, against Death shall I rage.

My hair’s wispy tendrils dance across my face,
in perfect harmony with the summer breeze.
This breath of sweet nectar draws me back to my former self,
in soft slumber beneath the maple trees.

The shadows beyond my eyelids are waltzing
in a joyous frenzy that need not cease.
The dreams of an innocent mind begin to sing
the song of a quiet stream’s gentle peace.

That shadow of my untainted identity,
her soft skin embracing the cool grass,
not a worry to shatter her serenity,
draws a heavy tear, gleaming like glass.

Nothing has changed as I drop to my knees,
with the familiar shadows sweeping by.
The soft wind scatters my wistful pleas,
for Nothing is the same, I cannot lie.

The earth drinks the sorrows that roll from my face,
and warmly cradles my weakened form as I cry,
back again in this long-forgotten place,
while the wizened trees whisper a hazy lullaby.

The ground is flowing constantly beneath me,
propelling me ever forwards.
Not allowing for a moment of hesitation,
no regrets or starting over.

This life has been thrown into motion
and there’s no stopping it.
It’s a marble on an ever-sloping hill;
accelerating every second.

The best times lasted, yet they’re behind us now,
with age comes the knowledge of what we’re missing,
But the marble is moving.
There’s no chance of returning uphill.

Why must this begin?
I would rather be a marble that is stuck,
     in perfect stillness,
          at the top of the world…