She was an eclipse setting on the
every moment of her life.
An echo of her past present and..
not knowing what was before her.

A repetition of what lingered within
her repeating's. also needing to cradle
in the moments of birth like innocence
she arose fresh from the traumas of yesterday.

But like each dawn she was scarred by the
repetitions of what predated this awakening.
Always feeling the echoes, the faded memories
of before. But each time rose like a sunrise, strong.

I'm in a tunnel of delusion I'm not breathing
In a world of exhalation.
I'm covered in a tomb of words that I'm
suffocating in, dry drowning of false reflections
that my hands are corrupted upon.

When your with me I'm swimming in the euphoria
of moments, but when I'm careless I don't heed
the warning of your eyes. I  paddle into the moments
of forever not realizing I'm past that point of life.
I drown in the failings of life and float saddened & motionless.

Even in death,
          your last words
were cremated within you.

Like a whispers
                    in a jar
rotting in your lungs.

Words were maggots
             eating away within
                         yearning for release.

Antiquities of yesteryear  
locked behind with  
                         no keyhole.

Hallways of possibilities
stretch forth, new doors
                       painted fresh open

Uncluttered, painting new memories inside.

Silence is louder
but more subtle,
    
               for the answers

are seen more than spoken.

Death is reality,
  life is the dream.

We wake upon
     our last breath..

But die in the reality
       we slept through life.