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.

I woke up gasping due to the lack of air.
Asphyxiated by the dryness of the rising sun.
Unable to recall slumber nor the sandman's touch.
I stood up to the drowning shades of red, orange, and yellow.
A familiar voice rings in my heart calling from above.
Each step was filled with eagerness to follow.
Stumbling across a windowed door.
a warm light greets my shell of a body.
The wind blew along with the coldness it brings.
With intent to make my body shiver.
I shivered not because of its cruelty.
But that I was reminded of your warmth.

Love that's worth three years time.
Ripping apart pages full of moments.
Left alone to answer lingering questions.
Welcoming pain as if you were coming home.
Forced to stay for a while wallowing the feeling.
Smothering yearnings, loneliness, and miseries.
Remaining memories tend to bleed from deep.
Rendering me down, discouraged, and forlorn.