02/02/2024
There is a longing to see the world again,
In the recesses of memory, where echoes remain.
A gentle yearning, a flicker of recognition,
Lost in the maze of a fading disposition.
Through the fog of forgetting, I grasp,
At fragments of moments, slipping fast.
Locked in a realm where time distorts,
Yearning for the past that memory aborts.
Once familiar faces, now strangers in mist,
The world outside, a place I've missed.
A journey retraced in a fractured mind,
A longing to leave the shadows behind.
I seek the open skies in my fractured gaze,
Yet the clouds of confusion cast hazy displays.
City lights flicker, an enigma so profound,
In the labyrinth of thoughts, lost and unfound.
The silence speaks of a distant romance,
Yet the words escape, a fleeting chance.
A dance with memories, a fading beat,
A yearning for a world where moments repeat.
Taste the flavors of forgotten lands,
Feel the warmth of once-held hands.
In the creases of time, where stories blend,
A yearning persists, a timeless trend.
There is a longing, a hunger within,
In the depths of forgetting, where stories thin.
Yet in the whispers of the fading rhyme,
A heart clings to a world lost in time.
So let me wander in the realms unseen,
Through the corridors of what once had been.
In the spoken word of a mind set free,
A journey through shadows, in sweet reverie.