Pieces of The Past
A touch of the poisoned rose will surely set me free
A glimpse of the fiery sun melts away my dreams
So close yet so far all my goals seemed to be
As I carefully trodded on, on the ground with my knees
How strange that my eyes no longer knows the way
How quickly does the time change the night into day?
How could I have been so sure I would have been safe
How could I, when I have forgotten my very own name
Don't worry, she says as she gently touched my face
Don't fret, she reminded me but I couldn't help but break
Pieces of the past memories surged out with my voice
No! You can't! Those pieces are not for you to take!
Why can't no one hear me when I scream out loud?
Why can't no one lent me a heart when I fall down?
Why is it that the past seems so sweet?
Enticing me to sleep.
I can't help but sleep.
*First time doing a blog. I love poetry so I decided to go with a poem.
**Inspired by a lucid dream --> in a cursed town where they tried to burn me to death because they thought I was evil. Everyone who tried to protect me was forced to die. In the end, I died by fire.