Amnesia
Images cascading…echoing across the mind
Hundreds of words seeking meaning
Trying to attach the right word to the right moment
So many expressions for a single image
An impression, which as we speak, rips through my soul
Scratching the surface of my own self worth
Moving forward towards my destiny because of what I’ve been sold
However I have nothing inside my minds eye to compare this…
I fear another distant memory has up and gone away
But how will I justify letting it slip from my grasp?
Tomorrow just what will I sit and say?
Will I find the missing scene in this melodramatic play called my existence?
Act it out as if it never was absent from my being
Or will I forever wander these lonely streets, which represent my fading memory?
A shell of the man I used to be
