Days Tumbled Days
by Godbelow· from Painted Images With The Blood of
Seeing it hearing it recognizing my awakening
mind something that seemed perfect by design, it is no good or it is
good for nothing, touching it smelling it recognizing my awakening mind
tasting it always seemed perfect as if by design, explanation planned on a
face of intention to humiliate for enjoyment foreshadow uncaptured the echoes
of silent laughter unwillingly taught to deal and shown superficial incapable
mindframe the life I used to know is healing forever in solitude I entered
and I remain a mere image of the beauty that I dreamed, days tumbled
days of lost importance towards my dream the impossibility is it filling.