I contrived colors on the crevice of my alcove,
Painted thoughts in a piece of crumpled parchment.
Appalled with the reality I try to shove,
Slumber seems to be a far off achievement.
Daybreak's heralding attests tiring eyes,
Two roads that split-off cleaves my being.
Affliction caused by yielding and enduring,
By then velvet walls envelop truth and lies.

Seconds, minutes, and hours are noxious,
While weeks, months, and years seem lenient.
Chronos' eagerness to forget is harmonious
With Gaia's endeavor moving on excludes consent.
Engulfed by stars we swore to take,
An accord drenched with disregard weeps.
In dreams I'm fervent and awake,
While my body in truth fleets.
Memories are what's left of you
Haunting me to the brink of a precipice
Reveries without a clue
Leaves my soul as black as licorice.

Are you even aware of how I feel?
Does time still make wounds heal?
Days drag on the older I get.
Wondering if I'll get over it.