I cannot se. I am blinded by light
Hunted by the horror of lies, alibies
Getting by, by, by, the dementia
Riding high, on lies where my memory hides
Hiding on the allusions of dying
Even when you are near, I’m there or somewhere
Unaware it’s not fair you are everywhere
The memories I barely knew the hidden
Truth, to suffer, the guilt from reasons why
I fight back, I lie, I die dreaming of the
Days I ran away to be with you
Carrying lost images of being in love, I
Collect form scrap books that emerge
From my haunting past, they fade
Then come back again, unfamiliar places
People, things disappear and reappear
I am in a place
To emerge, to create to feel the joy
Of pain to remember who I am
Or even where I stand, where I come
From and then the moufful memories
Of you coming into my life again
The interment moment of us holding hands
I least expect distorted emotions
Are playing tricks trapped in silent
Moments. The feeling I cannot
Repeat, memories cannot return to
Become hopeless points of no
Return. To be seen, to be heard of
I find myself fighting memories, finding
Inner ability, chasing moods. Experimenting
With delusions here and there, I go off
To the universe my consciousness
Undisturbed. Disconnected patterns
Distorted imagery are the math of poetry
The music plays. The birds sing
Can you hear me calling out? my mind
My body, my soul surrenders to words
Have lost its meaning. As if you
Were there to listen
The sound of silence, leaving, the
Wild times, the warm moments, the
Gentle heart beating notes at
A time, holding on to memories
Of me in you, of time passing by
Measurements of time reminding
Me, why you, I, we were once
Both measured up to center meters
Of dreams, within dreams
Lost emotions
I could barely see. the
Image I fell in love with, is but
A dream within the
Allusion of holding on
To lost memories
In my mind