Ave, peoples,

I wrote more poem.

 

 

What were you called,

How did they know you?

All that is behind, whitewashed from time

A mental block in the mind, or perhaps it never was…

 

Perception blurred, the past is barely heard

Only Whisper’s remnant, saves from self-abandonment

Damaged cries resonate at night, though why you scream, they cannot see

Split in two, these worlds askew

 

Running in your sleep, resting in the day

Lungs burning, heart turning

When REM stage comes, fermenting memories you’d rather not stay

You can’t recall a peaceful lay

 

Yet they reside, harming you astride

Scars will always remind

Threshold of dull agony,

Remembrance triggers inner dissonance

 

Spikes and sparks ignite flares

Esoteric uproar tears at the fabric of your reality

Feelings enigmatic, walls bleeding static

Breezes through void and veil of uncertain status

 

Cling to a hope between both

Some things remain the same

Endured the journey

Someone left behind—do you even want to go back the way you came?

…

~ TEW