a sequence,
an alternate universe
growing up,
would I be happy?
watching the lines on your face
draw around yours eyes,
your smile
your temples,
changing from black to snow
it hurts,
it breaks,
watching a boy the other day,
when he cried out to mummy
why don't I know?
what it is?
how it is?
to run into a mother's arms
Did I forget?
Was I reminded?
of a face I once knew
looking back into the old days
when this heart graced in naivety
when foolishness was no crime
and fear was adventurous
"Mother"
"I cant hold on"
"I cant hold on!"
these blurry faces are deceitful
despicable
traded my soul for dust
can't roses be roses?
without the snakes,
crawling inside their gardens
it hurts,
it breaks,
Would I love again?