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nate1990 Aug 2016
It's been a while
Boxes upon boxes
Of unorganized ponder's...
Thoughts,
Day dreams......
Wishes...
No hope to sort through it all
A lit cigarette smolders
tangles It's compelling scent
throughout the void

Sigh.

A single match teasing it's unparalleled aptitude, as it dances between my fingers.
By the stoke of a single feathery touch
All is erased.
DElizabeth Nov 2023
am i still there?
i'm still there.

warm flesh & blood
now phantasmagoria
& a gentle breeze
that sweeps your hair
from out of your eyes.

(yearning for) retrograde amnesia.

i can't forget
the sound.

agnosia.

flashbacks of when
i grazed you
& it made you audibly silent,
visibly warm, & full of bliss...

fast-forward to you
recoiling from my touch.
now cold, painful, & unwelcome.

can you still feel me?...

aphasia.

it always upset you
when i couldn't say what
i meant.

apraxia.

the cognitive dissonance
experienced is how much?

amnesia.

i don't want to forget any of it.
i want to remember it all.
i don't want you to forget any of it.
i want you to remember it all.
Zane Mar 2021
permeating my daydreams yet again,
are these old memories so strong;
places and people of yesteryear
like a wall of static photographs

as I force my eyes awake and onto the road ahead
fearful apraxia screams to do otherwise:
life is best lived within the jailed bars
of what once was

yet one could hardly call that life.
for as I constantly seek to remind myself
the word for not changing is death.

— The End —