Silently the pain in my lungs it trickles,
Viscous and potent it fills, little by little.
My heart is now shielded,
For once it was yielded.
My stomach now clenched;
To stop the offence.
My ears are now a fold,
To stop the lies being told.
My eyes are now sealed,
As my flesh is now peeled.
My mind keeps busy,
For this throb makes me dizzy.
My hands a stretch for her delicate touch,
But there is nothing here but misery as such.
I look at the clock,
For me it does mock.
Minutes, hours, days and weeks,
He asks me “what do you seek?”
My answer; “I seek the happiness of the past,”
He replies: “the history of that has longed and passed.”
For you see even time gives us no amnesty,
For what is my broken, my dreams, my fallacy.